[♦] 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!
[155] [To Richmond] Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
Good angels guard thee from the boar’s annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
[♦] Edward’s unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
Enter the Ghost of LADY ANNE.
[♦] Ghost. [To Richard] Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
160 That never slept a quiet hour with thee,