To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
Enter the Ghost of LADY ANNE his wife
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 fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
[To RICHMOND] Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep:
Dream of success and happy victory!
Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.
