Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thon goeft; South from the mighty power of the King. Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him, Blunt. Upon my life, my Lord, I'll undertake it. And part in just proportion our small ftrength. [They withdraw into the tent. SCENE changes back to King Richard's Tent. Enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Norfolk, and Catesby. K. Rich. I will not fup to-night. Give me some ink and paper. What, is my beaver easier than it was? And all my armour laid into my tent? Catef. It is, my Liege, and all things are in readinefs. K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Ufe careful watch, chufe trufty centinels. Nor. I go, my Lord. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. Nor. I warrant you, my Lord. K. Rich. Catefoy, Catef. My Lord. K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Into the blind cave of eternal night. VOL. V. N [Exit. Fill Fill me a bowl of wine-give me a watch [To Ratcliff. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow: Rat. My Lord? [land? K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord NorthumberRat. Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers. K. Rich. I am fatisfy'd; give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of fpirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have- K. Rich. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. [Exit Ratcliff. SCENE changes back to Richmond's Tent. Enter Stanley to Richmond; Lords, &c. Stan. F Ortune and Victory fit on thy helm! Rich. All comfort, that the dark night can afford, Be to thy perfon, noble father-in-law! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother; Be Be executed in his father's fight. [Sleeps. SCENE, between the Tents of Richard and Richmond: They fleeping. Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth. Ghost. L ET me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. Think, how thou ftab'd'ft me in the prime of youth At Tewksbury; therefore defpair and die. Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls [To Richm. Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalf; Enter the Ghoft of Henry the Sixth. Ghoft. When I was mortal, my anointed body [To K. Rich. By thee was punched full of deadly holes ; [To Richm. Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror: Ghoft. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K. Rich. I, that was wash'd to death in fulfom wine, And fall thy edgeless sword; despair and die. Thou off-fpring 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 fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! [To K., Rich. Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret: despair, and die. Gray. Think upon Gray, and let thy foul defpair. [To K. Rich. Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance! Richard, defpair 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 Haftings. Ghoft. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; [To K. Rich. And in a bloody battle end thy days: Think on Lord Haftings; and despair and die. To Richm. Quiet, untroubled foul, awake, awake! Enter Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes." Ghofts. Dream on thy coufins fmother'd in the Tower: Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard, (24) [To K. Rich. And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death! Thy nephews fouls bid thee despair and die. Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace; and wake in joy. [To Richm. Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Enter the Ghost of Anne, his wife. Ghoft. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never flept a quiet hour with thee, [To K. Rich. Now fills thy fleep with perturbations: To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgelefs fword: defpair and die. Thou, quiet foul, fleep thou a quiet fleep: [To Richm. Dream of fuccefs and happy victory, Thy adverfary's wife doth pray for thee. Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. [To K. Rich. Ghost. The first was, that help'd thee to the crown: Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death; (24) Let us be laid within thy bofom, Richard,] This is a poor feeble reading, which has obtain'd by corruption, ever fince the firk edition put out by the players: and, indeed, up as high as the quarte in 1602. But I have reftor'd from the elder quarto, publish'd in 1597, which Mr. Pope does not pretend to have feen; Let us be lead within thy bofom, Richard. This correfponds with what is faid in the line immediately following, And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death! And likewife with what the generality of the ghofts fay threateningly to Richard; Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! N 3 |