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King EDWARD the Fourth.
the King. GEORGE, duke of Clarence,
| brothers to RICHARD, duke of Gloster, afterwards King Richard III., ) the King. A young Son of Clarence. HENRY, earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII. CARDINAL BOURCHIER, archbishop of Canterbury. THOMAS ROTHERHAM, archbishop of York. JOHN MORTON, bishop of Ely. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. DUKE OF NORFOLK. EARL OF SURREY, his son. EARL RIVERS, brother to King Edward's Queen. MARQUESS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, her sons. EARL OF OXFORD. LORD HASTINGS. LORD STANLEY. LORD LOVEL. Sir Thomas VAUGHAN. SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF. SIR WILLIAM CATESBY. SIR JAMES TYRREL. SIR JAMES BLUNT. SIR WALTER HERBERT. SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, lieutenant of the Tower. CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. Another Priest. Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. TRESSEL and BERKELEY, attending on Lady Anne. ELIZABETH, queen to King Edward IV. MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI. DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King Edward IV., Clarence, and Gloster, LADY ANNE, widow of Edward, prince of Wales, son to King Henry
VI.; afterwards married to Richard, duke of Gloster. A young Daughter of Clarence. Lords and other Attendants; a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens,
Murderers, Messengers, Soldiers, &c.
KING RICHARD III.
SCENE I. London. A street.
Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now-instead of mounting barbèd steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversariesHe capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am cúrtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Enter CLARENCE guarded, and BRAKENBURY,
Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is George.
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest
These, as I learn, and such-like toys as these,
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women :-
Clar. By heaven, I think there is no man secure
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Brak. Beseech (8) your graces both to pardon me;
Glo. Even so; an please your worship, Brakenbury,
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have naught to do. Glo. Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee,
fellow, VOL. V.
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Brak. Beseech) your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.-
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I must perforce : farewell.
[Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands.But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must :
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too ;
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd,
Glo. What news abroad ?