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To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ;
Sleeping and waking, oh, defend me ftill! [Sleeps.

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Between the Tents of Richard and Richmond:

They seeping.
Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry

the Sixib. Gboft. ET me fit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

(T. K. Rich. Think, how thou stab'ít me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; therefore despair and die... -Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

[To Richm. Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf; King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth. Ghoft. When I was mortal, my anointed body

[To K. Rich. By thee was punched full of deadly holes ; Think on the Tower, and me; despair, and die. Henry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die. - Virtuous and holy, be thou Conqueror. (To Richm, Harry * that prophesy'd thou shouldst be King, Doth comfort thee in neep; live thou and flourish.

Enter the Ghost of Clarence.
Ghoft. Let me set heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. Rich.
I, that was wash'd to death in fullom wine,
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death.
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

• This prophecy, to which in one of the parts of Henry the this allusion is made, was utiered fixth.

And

And fall thy edgeless sword; defpair and die. - Thou offspring of the House of Lancaster,

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

Enter the Ghosts of Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan.
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

[To K. Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret. Despair, and die. Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy soul despair.

[To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance ! Richard, despair and die.

[To K. Rich. All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's

bosom Will conquer him,-Awake, and win the day.

[To Richm. Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings. Gboft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake;

[TO K. Rich: And in a bloody battle end thy days. Think on Lord Hastings; and despair and die. -Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake! (To Richm. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake.

Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes.
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the

Tower.
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

[To K. Rich.

And

s Let us be laid within thy Bo- poor feeble Reading, I have refom, Richard.] This is a Kored from the elder Quarto,

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And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death.
Thy Nephews' souls bid thee despair and die.
-Sleep, Richmond, neep in peace; and wake in joy.

[To Richm.
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of Kings-
Edward's unhappy fons do bid chee Aourish.

Enter the Ghost of Anne, bis wife. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,

[TO K. Rich. That never Nept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations. To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword : despair and die. -Thou, quiet foul, deep thou a quiet sleep,

[To Richm. Dream of success and happy victory, Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Enter the Ghost of Buckin gham. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the Crown,

[To K. Rich. The last was I, that felt thy tyranny. o, in the battle think of Bucking ban, And die in terror of thy guiltiness. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ; Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thy breath. - I dý'd for hope, ere I could lend thee aid ;

[To Richm.

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published in 1597, which Mr. said in the Line immediately folPope does not pretend to have lowing, feen;

And weigh ihee down to Ruir, Let us be Lead within thy Bo Shame, and Death! som, Richard.

THEOBALD This corresponds with what is 6 I dy'd for Hope) i. c. I died

for

But cheer chy 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 Gbofts vanisl.

[K. Richard starts out of bis dream. K. Rich. ? Give me another horse-bind up my

wounds Have mercy, Jesufoft, I did but dream. 8 O coward Conscience, how doft chou afflict me ? The lights burn blueis it not dead midnight? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear myself? there's none elle by ; Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murd'rer here? no-yes, I am. Then fly – what, from myself ? Great reason ; why? for wishing well to you. But 80 coward Conscience !] This Mr. Theobald, with great saga- is extremely fine. The speaker city, conjectured bolpe or .aid; had entirely got the better of his which gave the line this fine Conscience, and banished it from sense, I died for giving the aid all his waking thoughts. But it before I could give thee aid. takes advantage of his sleep, and

WARBURTON. frights bim in his dreams. With Hanmer reads, I died forsoke, greater elegance therefore he is and supports his conjecture thus.

made to call it coward Conscience, This, as appears from history, which dares not encounter him was the case of the Duke of while he is him self awake, and Buckingham : that being stopt his faculties entire; bnt takes adwith his army upon the banks of vantage of reason being off its Severn by great deluges of rain guard, and the powers of the he was deserted by his soldiers, loul dissolved in fleep. But the who being in great distress, half Players, amongst their other infamished for want of viétuals, numerable absurdities in the reand destitute of pay, disbanded presentation of this Tragedy, themfelves and fied. Hanmer. make Richard say, instead of

7 Give me another horjė.] There coward Coxscience, O tyrant Conis in this, as in many of our au- fcience! whereby not only a great thour's speeches of paffion, fome- beauty is lost, but a great blunthing verytrifling, and something der committed. For Richard very striking. Richard's debate, had entirely got the better of his whether he should quarrel with Conscience; which could on no himself, is too long continued, account, therefore, be said to but the subsequent exaggeration play the tyrant with him. of his crime is truly tragical.

WARBURTON, Vol. V.

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Left I revenge. What? myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no. Alas, I rather hate myself,
For hateful deeds committed by my Self.
I am a villain ; yet I lye, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well Fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand fev'ral tongues,
And every tongue brings in a fev'ral Tale,
And ev'ry Tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury in high'st degree,
Murder, itern murder in the dir'st degree,
All several fins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, all crying, guilty! guilty !
I shall despair—there is no creature loves me:
And if I die, no soul shall pity me.
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
* Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent, and every one did threat
To morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Enter Ratcliff.

Rat. My Lord.
K. Rich. Who's there?
Rat. Raicliff, my Lord. The early

The early village-cock
Hath twice done falutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

K. Rich. Reicliff, I fear, I fear-
Rat. Nay, good my Lord, be not afraid of sha-

dows.
K. Rich. By the Apostle Paul, Thadows to night
Have Itruck more terror to the foul of Richard,
Than can the fubftancce of ten thousand soldiers

* Methought, the jouls, &c.] peet them to be misplaced. There lines stand with so little Where then thall they be infertpropriety at the end of this cd? Perhaps after these words, speech, that I cannot but fura Fooi de net ferier.

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