GHOSTS

When I was mortal, my Anointed body By thee was punched full of holes; Think on the Tower, and me: Despair, and die, Harry the sixth, bids thee despair, and die. Let me fit heavy in thy soul to morrow. I that was washed to death with Fulsome Wine: Poor Clarence by thy gum le betrayed to death: To morrow in the battle think on me, And fallen thy edgeless Sword, despair and die. Bloody and guilty: guiltily awake, And in a bloody Battle end thy days. Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die. Let me fit heavy on thy soul to morrow: Think how thou stabbedst me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury: Despair therefore, and die. Be cheerful Richmond, For the wronged Souls Of butchered Princes, fight in thy behalf: King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee. Thou quiet soul, Sleep thou a quiet sleep: Dream of Success, and Happy Victory, Thy Adversaries Wife does pray for thee. I died for hope Ere I could lend thee Aid; But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed: God, and good Angels fight on Richmond's side, And Richard fallen in height of all his pride. Virtuous and holy be thou Conqueror: Harry that prophesied thou shouldst be King, Does comfort thee in sleep: Live, and flourish. Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee, Good Angels guard thy battle, Live and Flourish. Richard, thy Wife, That wretched Anne thy Wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations, To morrow in the Battle, think on me, And fallen thy edgeless Sword, despair and die. The first was I That helped thee to the Crown: The last was I that felt thy Tyranny. Oh, in the Battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy guiltiness. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death, Fainting despair; despairing yield thy breath. Quiet untroubled soul, Awake, awake: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake.