Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
Enter the Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY THE SIXTH
GHOST. [To RICHARD]
Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow!
Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth
At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
[To RICHMOND] Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher’d princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
