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!
Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes
GHOSTS. [To RICHARD]
Dream on thy cousins smothered 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!
[To RICHMOND] Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar’s annoy! 328
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward’s unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
