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E'en in the battle's heat remember me,
The GHOSTS of PRINCE EDWARD and the DUKE OF YORK rise.
P. Ed. Richard, dream on, and see the wand'ring spirits
Of thy young nephews, murder'd in the Tower.
K. Hen. The morning's dawn has summon'd me away;
Now, Richard, wake, in all the hells of guilt!
[All the GHOSTS sink. Glost. Give me a horse!-bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Heaven!-Ha! soft! 'twas but a
But then so terrible, it shakes my soul!
Cold drops of sweat hang on my trembling flesh;
Catesby. "Tis I, my lord; the early village cock
Glost. Oh, Catesby, I have had such horrid dreams! Catesby. Shadows, my lord !-below the soldier's
Glost. Now, by my this day's hopes, shadows, tonight,
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Catesby. Be more yourself, my lord: consider, sir,
Glost. Perish that thought!-no, never be it said That fate itself could awe the soul of Richard! Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain; Conscience, avaunt! Richard's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away! My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray!
Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, SIR W. BRANDON, SIR R. BRACKENBURY, BLUNT, SOLDIERS, &c.
Rich. How far into the morning is it, friends?
I am glad to find we are such early stirrers.
Sir W. Brand. Methinks the foes less forward than we thought them;
Worn as we are, we brave the field before them.
Rich. Come, there looks life in such a cheerful haste.
If dreams should animate a soul resolv❜d,
Sir W. Brand. A good omen, sir.-[Trumpets sound a distant March.] Hark! the trumpet of The enemy! it speaks them on the march.
Rich. Why, then, let's on, my friends, to face them;
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
Enter GLOSTER, CATESBY, &c.
Glost. Who saw the sun to-day?
Catesby. He has not yet broke forth, my lord. Glost. Then he disdains to shine-for, by the clock,
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago.
Enter NORFOLK, with a Paper.
Nor. Prepare, my lord; the foe is in the field.
Glost. Come, bustle, bustle! caparison my horse; Call forth Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power; Myself will lead the soldiers to the plain.
Well, Norfolk, what think'st thou now?
Nor. That we shall conquer-but on my tent, This morning early, was this paper found. Glost. [Reads.] Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, For Dickon, thy master, is bought and sold. A weak invention of the enemy!
Come, gentlemen, now each man to his charge,
What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Catesby. He does refuse, my lord-he will not stir. Glost. Off with his son George's head!
Nor. My lord, the foe's already past the marsh--
A thousand hearts are swelling in
[Exeunt. SOLDIERS driven across the Stage, by GLOSTER, &c. Glost. What, ho! young Richmond, ho! 'tis Richard calls!
I hate thee, Harry, for thy blood of Lancaster!
Richmond, I say, come forth, and singly face me!
Enter CATESBY and NORFOLK, in disorder.
Catesby. Rescue! rescue! My Lord of Norfolk, haste!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Enter GLOSTER and RATCLIFF.
Glost. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Ratcliff. This way, this way, my lord !-below yon thicket
Stands a swift horse-away! ruin pursues us;
Of one or both of us, the time is come!
Rich. Kind Heaven, I thank thee, for my cause is thine!
If Richard's fit to live, let Richmond fall.
Glost. Thy gallant bearing, Harry, I could 'plaud, But that the spotted rebel stains the soldier.
Rich. Nor should thy prowess, Richard, want my praise,
But that thy cruel deeds have stamp'd thee tyrant.