The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: t1v - Histories, p. 202

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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. Enter the Ghost of Clarence. Ghost. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow. I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine: Poore Clarence by thy guile betray'd to death: To morrow in the battell thinke on me,
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And fall thy edgelesse Sword, dispaire and dye. To Richm. Thou off‑spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee, Good Angels guard thy battell, Liue and Flourish. Enter the Ghosts of Riuers, Gray, and Vaughan. Riu Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow,
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Riuers, that dy'de at Pomfret: dispaire, and dye. Grey. Thinke vpon Grey, and let thy soule dispaire. Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan, and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance, dispaire and dye. All to Richm. Awake,
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And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome, Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day. Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings. Gho. Bloody and guilty: guiltily awake, And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes. Thinke on Lord Hastings: dispaire, and dye. Hast. to Rich.
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Quiet vntroubled soule, Awake, awake: Arme, fight, and conquer, for faire Englands sake. Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes. Ghosts. Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower:
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Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard, And weigh thee downe to ruine, shame, and death, Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye. Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond, Sleepe in Peace, and wake in Ioy,
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Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy, Liue, and beget a happy race of Kings, Edwards vnhappy Sonnes, do bid thee flourish. Enter the Ghost of Anne, his Wife. Ghost to Rich. Richard, thy Wife, That wretched Anne thy Wife,
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That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee, Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations, To morrow in the Battaile, thinke on me, And fall thy edgelesse Sword, dispaire and dye. Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule,
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Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe: Dreame of Successe, and Happy Victory, Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee. Enter the Ghost of Buckingham. Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne:
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The last was I that felt thy Tyranny. O, in the Battaile think on Buckingham, And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse. Dreame on, dreame on, of bloody deeds and death, Fainting dispaire; dispairing yeeld thy breath. Ghost to Richm.
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I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde; But cheere thy heart, and be thou not dismayde: God, and good Angels fight on Richmonds side, And Richard fall in height of all his pride. Richard starts out of his dreame. Rich.
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Giue me another Horse, bind vp my Wounds: Haue mercy Iesu. Soft, I did but dreame. O coward Conscience! how dost thou afflict me ? The Lights burne blew. It is not dead midnight. Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh.

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What? do I feare my Selfe? There's none else by, Richard loues Richard, that is, I am I. Is there a Murtherer heere? No; Yes, I am: Then flye; What from my Selfe ? Great reason: why? Lest I Reuenge. What? my Selfe vpon my Selfe?
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Alacke, I loue my Selfe. Wherefore? For any good That I my Selfe, haue done vnto my Selfe? O no. Alas, I rather hate my Selfe, For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe. I am a Villaine: yet I Lye, I am not.
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Foole, of thy Selfe speake well: Foole, do not flatter. My Conscience hath a thousand seuerall Tongues, And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale, And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine; Periurie, in the high'st Degree,
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Murther, sterne murther, in the dyr'st degree, All seuerall sinnes, all vs'd in each degree, Throng all to'th'Barre, crying all, Guilty, Guilty. I shall dispaire, there is no Creature loues me; And if I die, no soule shall pittie me.
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Nay, wherefore should they? Since that I my Selfe, Finde in my Selfe, no pittie to my Selfe. Me thought, the Soules of all that I had murther'd Came to my Tent, and euery one did threat To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard. Enter Ratcliffe. Rat.
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My Lord. King. Who's there? Rat. Ratcliffe my Lord, 'tis I: the early Village Cock Hath twice done salutation to the Morne, Your Friends are vp, and buckle on their Armour. King.
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O Ratcliffe, I feare, I feare. Rat. Nay good my Lord, be not affraid of Shadows. King. By the Apostle Paul, shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard, Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers
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Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond. 'Tis not yet neere day. Come go with me, Vnder our Tents Ile play the Ease‑dropper, To heare if any meane to thanke from me. Exeunt Richard & Ratliffe, Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting in his Tent. This speech is conventionally attributed to the Lords. Richm. Good morrow Richmond. Rich.
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Cry mercy Lords, and watchfull Gentlemen, That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere ? Lords. How haue you slept my Lord? Rich. The sweetest sleepe, And fairest boading Dreames,
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That euer entred in a drowsie head, Haue I since your departure had my Lords. Me thought their Soules, whose bodies Rich. Richard murther'd, Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory: I promise you my Heart is very iocond,
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In the remembrance of so faire a dreame, How farre into the Morning is it Lords? Lor. Vpon the stroke of foure. Rich. Why then 'tis time to Arme, and giue direction. His Oration to his Souldiers. More then I haue said, louing Countrymen,
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The leysure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon: yet remember this, God

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Scena Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and others with drum and colours. Richm Fellowes in Armes, and my most louing Frends Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny, An ink mark follows the end of this line. Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,
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Haue we marcht on without impediment; And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley Lines of faire comfort and encouragement: The wretched, bloody and vsurping Boare, (That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)
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Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle, Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne: From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.
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In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends, To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace, By this one bloody tryall off sharpe Warre. Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men, To fight against this guilty Homicide. Her.
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I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs. Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear, Which in his deerest neede will flye from him. Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march, True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
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Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings. Exeunt Omnes.
 

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