From King Richard III by William Shakespeare: “When I was mortal, my anointed body By thee was punchèd full of deadly holes. Think on the Tower and me. Despair and die!” “Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow, I, that was washed to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death. Tomorrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair and die!” “Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret. Despair and die!” “Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!” “Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear Let fall thy lance. Despair and die!” “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.” “Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, And in a bloody battle end thy days. Think on Lord Hastings. Despair and die!” “Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with perturbations. Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword. Despair and die!”
