The Tragedie
36173226That neuer
slept a quiet houre with thee,
36183227Now
fils thy
sleepe with preturbations,
36193228To morrow in the battaile thinke on me,
36203229And fall thy edgeles
sword de
spaire and die.
36213230 To Rich. Thou quiet
soule,
sleepe thou a quiet
sleepe,
36233231Dreame of
succe
sse and happie vi
ctorie,
36243232Thy aduer
saries wife doth praie for thee
. 36263234The
fir
st was I that helpt thee to the crown,
36283235The la
st was I that felt thy tyrrannie,
36293236O in the battaile thinke on Buckingham,
36303237And die in terror of thy giltine
sse,
36313238Dreame on, dreame on, of bloudie deeds and death,
36323239Fainting, de
spaire, de
sparing yeeld thy breath,
36333240 To Rich. I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid,
36353241But cheare thy heart, and be thou not di
smaid,
36363242God and good angels
fight on Richmons
side,
36373243And Richard fals in height of all his pride.
36383244Richard starteth vp out of a dreame. 36393245King Ri. Giue me another hor
se, bind vp my wounds,
36403246Haue mercie Ie
su
: soft, I did but dreame,
36413247O Coward con
science, how do
st thou a
ffli
ct me?
36423248The lights burne blew, it is now dead midnight,
36433249Cold fearefull drops
stand on my trembling
fle
sh,
36443250What do I feare? my
selfe? theres none el
se by,
36453251Richard loues Richard, that is I and I,
36463252Is there a murtherer here? no. Yes I am,
36473253Then
flie, what from my
selfe? great rea
son whie?
36483254Lea
st I reuenge. What my
selfe vpon my
selfe?
36493255Alacke
I loue my
selfe, wherefore? for anie good
36503256That I my
selfe haue done vnto my
selfe
: 36513257O no, alas I rather hate my
selfe,
36523258For hatefull deedes committed by my
selfe,
36533259I am a villaine, yet
I lie
I am not,
36543260Foole of thy
selfe
speake well, foole do not
flatter,
36553261My con
science hath a thou
sand
seuerall tongues,
36563262And euerie tongue brings in a
seueral tale,
36573263And euerie tale condemns me for a villaine,
Periurie