That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul, 116
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, O defend me still! Sleeps.
Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth [between the two tents].
Ghost. To Richard. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth 120
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. 124
Enter the Ghost of Henry the Sixth.
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. 128
To Richmond. Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
Doth comfort thee in sleep: live and flourish!
Enter the Ghost of Clarence.
Ghost. [To King Richard.] Let me sit heavy in thy soul to-morrow! 132
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! 136
117 windows: shutters
119 Cf. n.
133 fulsome: nauseating
