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Richard the Third, V. iii

To Richmond. Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;

Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!

Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

Ghost. To Richard. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne, thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:

To-morrow in the battle think on me,

And fail thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!

To Richmond. Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

Dreams of success and happy victory!

Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Ghost. To Richard. The first was I that help'd thee to the crown;

The last was I felt thy tyranny.

O! in the battle think on Buckingham,

And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:

Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!

To Richmond. I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:

But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:

God and good angels fight on Richmond's side;

And Richard fall in height of all his pride!

[The Ghosts vanish. King] Richard starts out of his dream.

 157 annoy: annoyance

174 for hope; cf. n.

