135 And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
[To Richmond] Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee:
Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!
Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN.
[♦] Ghost of R. [To Richard] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
140 Rivers, that died at Pomfret! despair, and die!
Ghost of G. [To Richard] Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
Ghost of V. [To Richard] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
[♦] Let fall thy lance: despair, and die!