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Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

God give us leisure for these rites of love! K. Rich. Ratcliff,

Once more, adieu. Be valiant, and speed well. Rat. My lord ?

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment. K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap : To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

When I should mount with wings of victory, Into the blind cave of eternal night.

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:

(Exeunt Lords, &c., with STANLEY,

[To Catesby. | 0 Thou whose captain I account myself, Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Ratcliff,

That they may crush down with a heavy fall Rat. My lord ?

The usurping helmets of our adversaries : K. Rich. Saw'st thou the nielancholy Lord Make us thy ministers of chastisement, Northumberland ?

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,

To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes : Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Sleeping and waking, o defend me still. [Sleeps.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit

The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to HENRY THE Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

Sixtu, rises between the two Tents. So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toRat. It is, my lord.

morrow! [To King Richard. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch: leave me. Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent At Tewkesbury : despair therefore, and die ! And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wrongéd souls

(King RICHARD retires into his Tent. Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf: Exeunt Ratcliff and CATESBY. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King HENRY THE Sixtu rises. Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him and Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body his Officers, fc.

[To King Richard.

By thee was punchéd full of deadly holes.
Enter STANLEY.

Think on the Tower and me: despair and die :
Slan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
afford

[To RICHMOND. Be to thy person, noble father-in-law.

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Tell me how fares our loving mother?

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live and flourish! Stan. I by attorney bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good:

The Ghost of Clarence rises. So much for that. The silent hours steal on, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morAnd flaky darkness breaks within the east :

row!

[To King RICHARD. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

I that was washed to death with fulsome wine; Prepare thy battle early in the morning, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

To-morrow in the battle think on me, of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Ard fall thy edgeless sword : despair and die !-I as I may (that which I would I cannot) Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, With best advantage will deceive the time,

[To RICHMOND. And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: The wrongéd heirs of York do pray for thee : But on thy side I may not be too forward, Good angels guard thy battle ! live and flourish. Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight.

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow; And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

(70 King Richard. Which so long sundered friends should dwell upon : ! Rivers, that died at Pomfret: despair and die!

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Thus far into the bowels of the land

Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Ilave we marched on without impediment: For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. (Exeunt. And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

Enter, on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines, Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch Richmond's Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his

Tent. trough

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden sct, In your embowelled bosoms, this foul swine | And by the bright track of his fiery car Lies now even in the centre of this isle,

Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn : Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. From 'Tamworth thither is but one day's march. Give me some ink and paper in my tent: In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, I'll draw the form and model of our battle, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace

Limit each leader to his several charge, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

And part in just proportion our small power. Orf. Every man's conscience is a thousand My lord of Oxford, you Sir William Brandon, swords,

And you Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me: To fight against that bloody hornicide.

The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment: llerb. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to liin, Blunt. He hath no friends but who are friends And by the second hour in the morning for fear;

Desire the earl to see me in my tent. Which in his dearest need will fly from him. | Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me: Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know? name, march :

Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;

much Kings make it gods, and meaner creatures kings. (Which well I am assured I have not done),

(Exeunt. His regiment lies half a mile at least

South from the mighty power of the King.

Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Scene III.-Boswortlı Field.

Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak

with him, Enter King Ricuand and Forces; the Duke of

And give him from me this most needful note. Norfolk, Earl of Surrey, and others... Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I 'll undertako K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in

it : • Bosworth field.

And so God give you quiet rest to-night. My lord of Surrey, why look you so sad ?

Richm. Good night, good Captain Blunt.Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my

Come, gentlemen, looks..

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business : K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,

In to my tent; the air is raw and cold. Nor. Here, most gracious liege.

[They withdraw into the Terit. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks: ha! must we not?

Enter to his Tent King RICHARD, NORFOLK, Nor, We must botlı give and take, my loving

Ratcliff, and Catesby. lord.

K. Rich. What is 't o'clock? K. Rich. Up with my tent: here will I lie to Cate. It's supper time, my lord : night :

It's nine o'clock. [Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent. K. Rich. I will not sup to-night: But where to-morrow ?- Well, all's one for that. Give me some ink and paper. Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? What, is my beaver easier than it was : Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost And all my armour laid into my tent? power.

Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are ia K. Rich. Why our battalia trebles that account:

readiness. . Besides, the King's name is a tower of strength, K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge: Which they upon the adverse faction want. Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels. Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Nor. I go, my lord. Let us survey the vantage of the ground:

- K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Call for some men of sound direction. . .

Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

God give us leisure for these rites of love! K. Rich. Ratcliff,

Once more, adieu. Be valiant, and speed well. Rat. My lord ?

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment. K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap : To Stanley's regiment: bid him bring his power Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, Before sunrising, lest his son George fall

When I should mount with wings of victory. Into the blind cave of eternal night.

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen, Fill me a bowl of wine.--Give me a watch:

[Exeunt Lords, &c., with Stanley,

[To CATESBY. O Thou whose captain I account myself, Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. | Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Ratcliff,

That they may crush down with a heavy fall Rat, My lord ?

The usurping helmets of our adversaries : K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Make us thy ministers of chastisement, Northumberland ?

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Rat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes : Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Sleeping and waking, 0 defend me still. [Sleeps.

K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit

The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to IIenry THE Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

Sixth, rises between the two Tents. So, set it down.—Is ink and paper ready?

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toRat. It is, my lord.

morrow! [To King RICHARD. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch: leave me. Think how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth Ratcliff, about the mid of night come to my tent At Tewkesbury : despair therefore, and die — And help to arm me.—Leave me, I say. Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wrongéd souls

(King RICHARD retires into his Tent, Of butchered princes fight in thy behalf: Exeunt Ratcliff and CATESBY. King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King HENRY THE Sixtu rises. Richmond's Tent opens, and discovers him and Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body his Officers, fc.

(To King RICHARD.

By thee was punchéd full of deadly holes.
Enter Stanler.

Think on the Tower and me: despair and die:
Slan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.
Richm. All comfort that the dark night can Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror !
afford

(To Richmond. Be to thy person, noble father-in-law.

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Tell me how fares our loving mother?

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live and flourish! Stan. I by attorney bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good:

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. So much for that. The silent hours steal on, Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morAnd flaky darkness breaks within the east :

row!

[To King Richard. In brief, for so the season bids us be,

I that was washed to death with fulsome wine; Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

To-morrow in the battle think on me, of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Ard fall thy edgeless sword : despair and die !-I as I may (that which I would I cannot) Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, With best advantage will deceive the time,

[To RICHMOND. And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: The wrongéd heirs of York do pray for thee : But on thy side I may not be too forward, Good angels guard thy battle! live and flourish. Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight.

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time

rise. Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow; And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

(70 King RICHARD. Which so long sundered friends should dwell upon: ! Rivers, that died at Pomfret: despair and die ! VOL. III.

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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 smothered in

the Tower: Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death. ! Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die.Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!. Live and beget a happy race of kings: Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anno

thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and died-

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Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

Rat. Ratcliff, my lord: 't is I. The carly vil[To RICHMOND.

lage cock Dream of success and happy victory :

Hath twice done salutation to the morn: Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dreamed a fearful The Ghost of Buckingham rises.

dream ! Ghost. The first was I that helped thee to the What thinkest thou; will our friends prove all true?

crown; [To King Richard. Rat. No doubt, my lord. The last was I that felt thy tyranny :

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear, 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

shadows. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death : K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Painting despair; despairing yield thy breath! Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid :

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,

(TO RICHMOND. Arméd in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed. It is not yet near day. Come, go with me: God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; | Under our tents I 'll play the eaves-dropper, And Richard falls in height of all his pride. To hear if any mean to shrink from me. [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard

(Exeunt King RICHARD and Ratcliff. starts out of his dream. K. Rich, Give me another horse-Bind up my

Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. wounds

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft: I did but dream. Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords and watchful genO coward conscience, how dost thou afflict

tlemen, me !

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Lords. How have you slept, my lord? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Richm. The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding What do I fear? myself? there 's none else by:

dreams Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I.

That ever entered in a drowsy head, Is there a murderer here? No:Yes; I am. Have I since your departure had, my lords. Then fly:-what, from myself ? Great reason : | Methought their souls whose bodies Richard why?

murdered, Lest I revenge. What: myself upon myself? Came to my tent, and cried “On! victory !" I love myself. Wherefore : for any good

I promise you, my heart is very jocund That I myself have done unto myself?

In the remembrance of so fair a dream. O no: alas, I rather hate myself,

How far into the morning is it, lords ? For hateful deeds committed by myself.

Lords. Upon the stroke of four. I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not.

Richm. Why, then it is time to arm and give Fool, of thyself speak well :-fool, do not flatter.

direction.—[He advances to the Troops. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, More than I have said, loving countrymen, And every tongue brings in a several tale, The leisure and enforcement of the time And every tale condemns me for a villain. Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this, Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,

God and our good cause fight upon our side: Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree: The prayers of holy saints and wrongéd souls, All several sins, all used in each degree,

Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our faces. Throng to the bar, crying all, “ Guilty ! guilty !" Richard except, those whom we fight against I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me; | Had rather have us win than him they follow. And if I die no soul will pity me.

For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen, Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself | A bloody tyrant and a homicide: Find in myself no pity to myself.

One raised in blood, and one in blood established: Methought the souls of all that I had murdered one that made means to come by what he hath, Came to my tent; and every one did threat And slaughtered those that were the means to To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

help him:

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Enter Ratcliff.

Of England's chair, where he is falsely set: Rut. My lord,

One that liath ever been God's enemy. K. Rich. Who's there?

Then, if you fight against God's enemy,

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