Monologue

Ghosts Of Princes Monologue from Richard III

From Richard III by William Shakespeare

any · dark · 39 sec

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. 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, his wife.

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