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 Because a bard of Ireland told me once, I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Again, while putting his army in array on the morning of the battle:— K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.— I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.

And again,—

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.

It will be said, perhaps,—and it will be granted,—that Richard