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ds, conduct him to his regiment:
ubled thoughts, to take a nap;
- peise me down to-morrow,
unt with wings of victory:

night, kind lords and gentlemen.
[Exeunt Lords, &c. with STANLEY.
ptain I account myself,

with a gracious eye;

thy bruifing irons of wrath,
sh down with a heavy fall
ets of our adverfaries!
cers of chastisement,
Te thee in thy victory!
mend my watchful foul,
indows of mine eyes;

ing, O, defend me still !

[Sleeps.

Care

e EDWARD, fon to HENRY the Sixth, es between the two tents.

heavy on thy foul to-morrow!

[To King RICHARD.

stab'dft me in my prime of youth

-espair therefore, and die!—

Be

Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's iffue, Richmond, comforts thee.

The Ghost of King HENRY the Sixth rifes. Ghoft. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To King RICHARD,

By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and die;
Harry the fixth 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 fleep; Live, and flourish!

The Ghost of CLARENCE rifes.,

Ghost. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow!

[To King RICHARD.

I, that was wash'd to death with fulfome wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die!—
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,

[To RICHMOND. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish!

The Ghofts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, rise.

Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow, [To King RICHARD. Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!

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[To King RICHARD.

y battle end thy days!
Haftings; and despair, and die !—
bled soul, awake, awake!

[To RICHMOND.

■d conquer, for fair England's fake!

holts of the two young Princes rife.

n on thy coufins fmother'd in the Tower; within thy bosom, Richard,

e down to ruin, fhame, and death! fouls bid thee despair and die.

hond, fleep in peace, and wake in joy;

ard thee from the boar's annoy!

et a happy race of kings!

ppy fons do bid thee flourish.

The Ghost of Queen ANNE rises.

rd, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, pt a quiet hour with thee,

Now

RICHARD

e!

RICHMON

fake!

e Tower;

h!

n joy;

by wife,

Now

Ghost. The firft was I, that help'd the

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The last was I, that felt thy tyranny :
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltinefs!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds:
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy
I died for hope, ere I could lend the

But cheer thy heart, and be thou not di
God, and good angels, fight on Richm
And Richard falls in height of all his p

[The Ghosts vanish. King RICHAR

dream.

K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind Have mercy, Jefu !-Soft; I did but dre O coward confcience, how dost thou affil The lights burn blue.—It is now dead i Cold fearful drops ftand on my tremblin What do I fear? myfelf? there's none e Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; Then fly,What, from myfelf? Great Left I revenge. What? Myfelf on my:

murder, in the dir'it degree; all us'd in each degree,

bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty! -There is no creature loves me; no foul will pity me :

fhould they? fince that I myself mo pity to myfelf.

e fouls of all that I had murder'd
t; and every one did threat
engeance on the head of Richard.

Enter RATCLIFF.

Good

How

The

o's there?

- my lord; 'tis I.. The village cock e falutation to the morn;

e up, and buckle on their armour.

Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!thou? will our friends prove all true?

bt, my lord.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,Dod my lord, be not afraid of shadows. the apostle Paul, fhadows to-night

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