William Shakespeare,
King Richard III
“ Think on Lord Hastings. Despair and die. [To RICHMOND] Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Enter the GHOSTS of the two young PRINCES GHOSTS. [To RICHARD] Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower. 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. [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. ”
