170 And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
[♦] [To Richmond] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d:
175 God and good angels fight on Richmond’s side;
[♦] And Richard falls in height of all his pride. [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of his dream.
K. Rich. Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft! I did but dream.
[♦] O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!