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Let fall thy lance; despair and die. [Exeunt.]
[Exit.]
ALL
[Exeunt.]
to Richmond
Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard’s bosom [145]
Will conquer him: awake, and win the day.

Enter the ghost of Hastings.

GHOST OF HASTINGS

[to King Richard]
Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
And in a bloody battle end thy days.
Think on Lord Hastings; despair and die.

To Richmond
Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake: [150]
Arm, fight, and conquer for fair England’s sake.

Enter the ghosts of the two young Princes.

GHOST S

to King Richard
Dream on thy cousins, smother’d in the Tower:
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death;
Thy nephews’ souls bid thee despair and die. [155]

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.

Enter the ghost of Lady Anne, his wife.

GHOST OF ANNE

to King Richard
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne, thy wife, [160]
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,