Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine To fight against that bloody‡ homicide. HERB. I doubt not but his friends will turn to [My lord of Oxford,-you, sir William Brandon,— Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou (Which well I am assur'd I have not done,) RICHM. If without peril it be possible, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him, And give him from me this most needful scroll.¶ BLUNT. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; [And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!]" Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFolk, RICH. What is 't o'clock? CATE. It's six o'clock. It's supper time, my lord; K. RICH. I will not sup to-night.- What, is my beaver easier than it was? CATE. It is, my liege; and all things are in K. RICH. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; K. RICH. Bid my guard watch; leave me. tent And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say. [KING RICHARD retires into his tent. Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY. RICHMOND's tent opens, and discovers him, and his Officers, &c. Enter STANLEY. STAN. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Be to thy person, noble father-in-law ! STAN. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, K. RICH. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle NOR. I warrant you, my K. RICH. Ratcliff, RAT. My lord? K. RICH. lord. Send out a pursuivant-at-arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Into the blind cave of eternal night.— - RAT. My lord? K. RICH. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland? RAT. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.- (1) First folio, nine. a And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!] Omitted in the quartos. b Give me some ink and paper in my tent;] In the folio, this and the three following lines are introduced into Richmond's Think on the Tower and me; despair, and die! Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die !-[To RICHMOND.] Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror ! Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy* sleep; live, and flourish! The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. GHOST. [To K. RICH.] Let me sit heavy on t I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine; The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN rise. RIV. [To K. RICH.] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret! despair, and die! GREY. [To K. RICH.] Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! VAUGH. [To K. RICH.] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance! despair, and die!— ALL. [TO RICHMOND.] Awake! and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom Will conquer him!-awake, and win the day! [To RICHMOND.] 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. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,(2) And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die!— [TO RICHMOND.] Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Dream of success and happy victory; The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises. GHOST. [To K. RICH.] The first was I that help'd thee to the crown; The last was I that felt thy tyranny: O, in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! [To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; And Richard fall in height of all his pride! [The Ghosts vanish. KING RICHARD starts out of his dream. K. RICH. Give me another horse!-bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft! I did but dream.- Is there a murderer here? No;-yes; I am: And every tale condemns me for a villain. (*) First folio, perjury, once only. (†) First folio inserts, all. My lord; 'tis I.] The old texts read,-" Ratcliffe, my Lord, Enter RATCLIFF. RAT. My lord, K. RICH. Who's there? RAT. My lord; 'tis I. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. K. RICH. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all true? RAT. No doubt, my lord." 'tis I." Capell expelled the redundant word; but it has been reinserted by subsequent editors. b No doubt, my lord. ] Richard's speech, and Ratcliff's answer, are omitted in the folio. |