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 despaire and die.

36213230 To Rich. Thou quiet soule, sleepe thou a quiet sleepe,

36233231Dreame of successe and happie victorie,

36243232Thy aduersaries wife doth praie for thee.

36263234The first was I that helpt thee to the crown,

36283235The last was I that felt thy tyrrannie,

36293236O in the battaile thinke on Buckingham,

36303237And die in terror of thy giltinesse,

36313238Dreame on, dreame on, of bloudie deeds and death,

36323239Fainting, despaire, desparing yeeld thy breath,

36333240 To Rich. I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid,

36353241But cheare thy heart, and be thou not dismaid,

36363242God and good angels fight on Richmons side,

36373243And Richard fals in height of all his pride.

36393245King Ri. Giue me another horse, bind vp my wounds,

36403246Haue mercie Iesu: soft, I did but dreame,

36413247O Coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me?

36423248The lights burne blew, it is now dead midnight,

36433249Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh,

36443250What do I feare? my selfe? theres none else 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 reason whie?

36483254Least 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 conscience hath a thousand seuerall tongues,

36563262And euerie tongue brings in a seueral tale,

36573263And euerie tale condemns me for a villaine,