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from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself!
I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highā€™st degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Methought the souls of all that I had murderā€™d
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrowā€™s vengeance on the head of Richard. Enter Ratcliff. Ratcliff My lord! King Richard ā€™Zounds! who is there? Ratcliff

Ratcliff, my lord; ā€™tis I. The early village-cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

King Richard

O Ratcliff, I have dreamā€™d a fearful dream!
What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

Ratcliff No doubt, my lord. King Richard O Ratcliff, I fear, I fearā ā€” Ratcliff Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows. King Richard

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents Iā€™ll play the eaves-dropper,
To see if any mean to shrink from me. Exeunt.

Enter the Lords to Richmond, sitting in his tent. Lords Good morrow, Richmond! Richmond

Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
That you have taā€™en a tardy sluggard here.

Lords How have you slept, my lord? Richmond

The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams
That ever enterā€™d in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords.
Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murderā€™d,
Came to my tent, and cried on victory:
I promise you, my soul is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?

Lords Upon the stroke of four. Richmond Why, then ā€™tis time to arm and give direction. His oration to his soldiers.

More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
God and our good cause fight upon our side;
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
Like high-rearā€™d bulwarks, stand before our faces;
Richard except, those whom we fight against
Had rather have us win than him they follow:
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood, and one in blood establishā€™d;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughterā€™d those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of Englandā€™s chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been Godā€™s enemy:
Then, if you fight against Godā€™s enemy,
God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your countryā€™s foes,
Your countryā€™s fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your childrenā€™s children quit it in your age.
Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earthā€™s cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
God and Saint George! Richmond and victory! Exeunt.

Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants and Forces. King Richard What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? Ratcliff That he was never trained up in arms. King Richard He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? Ratcliff He smiled and said ā€œThe better for our purpose.ā€ King Richard

He was in the right; and so indeed it is. Clock striketh.
Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
Who saw the sun to-day?

Ratcliff Not I, my lord. King Richard

Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
He should have braved the east an hour ago:
A black day will it be to somebody.
Ratcliff!

Ratcliff My lord? King Richard

The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

Enter Norfolk. Norfolk Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. King Richard

Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered:
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst:
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we will follow
In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot! What thinkā€™st thou, Norfolk?

Norfolk

A good direction, warlike sovereign.
This found I on my tent this morning. He sheweth him a paper.

King Richard

Reads. ā€œJockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.ā€
A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us toā€™t pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

His oration to his Army.

What shall I say more than I have inferrā€™d?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;
A sort of vagabonds,

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