[♦] Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
[♦] To-morrow in the battle think on me,
[♦] And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
[♦] [To Richmond] Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep:
165 Dream of success and happy victory!
[♦] Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.
Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM.
[♦] Ghost. [To Richard] The first was I that help’d thee to the crown;
[♦] The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,