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Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life and death of Richard the Third.
3578Enter the Ghost of Clarence.
3581Poore Clarence by thy guile betray'd to death:
3582To morrow in the battell thinke on me,
3585The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee,
3586Good Angels guard thy battell, Liue and Flourish.
3587Enter the Ghosts of Riuers, Gray, and Vaughan.
3589Riuers, that dy'de at Pomfret: dispaire, and dye.
3591Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan, and with guilty feare
3592Let fall thy Lance, dispaire and dye.
3593 All to Richm. Awake,
3594And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome,
3595Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day.
3596Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings.
3597Gho. Bloody and guilty: guiltily awake,
3598And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes.
3601Awake, awake:
3603Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes.
3605Smothered in the Tower:
3606Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard,
3607And weigh thee downe to ruine, shame, and death,
3609 Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond,
3610Sleepe in Peace, and wake in Ioy,
3611Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy,
3612Liue, and beget a happy race of Kings,
3614Enter the Ghost of Anne, his Wife.
3615 Ghost to Rich. Richard, thy Wife,
3616That wretched Anne thy Wife,
3617That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee,
3619To morrow in the Battaile, thinke on me,
3622Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe:
3624Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee.
3625Enter the Ghost of Buckingham.
3627That help'd thee to the Crowne:
3628That last was I that felt thy Tyranny.
3629O, in the Battaile think on Buckingham,
3630And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse.
3631Dreame on, dreame on, of bloody deeds and death,
3633 Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope
3634Ere I could lend thee Ayde;
3635But cheere thy heart, and be thou not dismayde:
3637And Richard fall in height of all his pride.
3638Richard starts out of his dreame.
3640Haue mercy Iesu. Soft, I did but dreame.
3642The Lights burne blew. It is not dead midnight.
3644What? do I feare my Selfe? There's none else by,
3645Richard loues Richard, that is, I am I.
3646Is there a Murtherer heere? No; Yes, I am:
3648Lest I Reuenge. What? my Selfe vpon my Selfe?
3649Alacke, I loue my Selfe. Wherefore? For any good
3650That I my Selfe, haue done vnto my Selfe?
3651O no. Alas, I rather hate my Selfe,
3652For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe.
3653I am a Vlllaine: yet I Lye, I am not.
3656And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale,
3657And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine;
3658Periurie, in the high'st Degree,
3661Throng all to'th'Barre, crying all, Guilty, Guilty.
3664Nay, wherefore should they? Since that I my Selfe,
3665Finde in my Selfe, no pittie to my Selfe.
3666Me thought, the Soules of all that I had murther'd
3667Came to my Tent, and euery one did threat
3668To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard.
3669Enter Ratcliffe.
3670Rat. My Lord.
3671King Who's there?
3673Hath twice done salutation to the Morne,
3674Your Friends are vp, and buckle on their Armour.
3680Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond.
3681'Tis not yet neere day. Come go with me,
3682Vnder our Tents Ile play the Ease-dropper,
3684Exeunt Richard & Ratliffe,
3685Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting
3686in his Tent.
3688Rich. Cry mercy Lords, and watchfull Gentlemen,
3689That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere?
3692And fairest boading Dreames,
3693That euer entred in a drowsie head,
3694Haue I since your departure had my Lords.
3695Me thought their Soules, whose bodies Rich. murther'd,
3696Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory:
3697I promise you my Heart is very iocond,
3698In the remembrance of so faire a dreame,
3699How farre into the Morning is it Lords?
3702His Oration to his Souldiers.
3703More then I haue said, louing Countrymen,
3704The leysure and inforcement of the time
3705Forbids to dwell vpon: yet remember this,
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