Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him, and his Officers, &c. Enter Stanley. Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can af ford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mo Who ther, prays continually for Richmond's good: Farewel: The leisure and the fearful time Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi ment: I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to Henry the Sixth, rises between the two tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! [To King Richard. Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises. Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die; Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die!— Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! [To Richmond. Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish! The Ghost of Clarence rises. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!- The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, [To King Richard. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! [To King Richard. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!— [To King Richard. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's bosom [To Richmond. Will conquer him; awake, and win the day! The Ghost of Hastings rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To King Richard. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and die!— Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! [To Richmond. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise. Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower; Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard, Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!— Dream of success and happy victory; [To Richmond. Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. The Ghost of Buckingham rises. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; [To King Richard. The last was I, that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; [To Richmond. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.- Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? For hateful deeds committed by myself. |