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Richard the Third, V. iii

That we may praise thee in thy victory!

To thee I do commend my watchful soul,

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:

Sleeping and waking, O defend me still!

Ghost. To Richard. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!

Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth

At Tewkesbury: despair, therefore, and die!

Ghost to Richmond. Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls

Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Ghost. [To King Richard.] When i was mortal, my anointed body

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.

To Richmond. Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!

Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,

Doth comfort thee in sleep: live and flourish!

Ghost. [To King Richard.] Let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow!

I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!

  