And not in me: I am myself alone.

Clarence, beware; thou keep'ft me from the light,
But I will fort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buz abroad fuch Prophecies,
That Edward fhall be fearful of his life,
And then to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the Prince his fon, are gone;
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the reft;
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room;
And triumph, Henry! in the day of doom. [Exit.

S C E N E VIII.

The Palace in LONDON.

Enter King Edward, Queen, Clarence, Gloucefter, Haftings, Nurfe and Attendants.

K. Edw. ON

NCE more we fit on England's royal
Throne,

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies :

What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down in top of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions:
Two Cliffords, as the father and the fon;
And two Northumberlands; two braver men

Ne'er fpurr'd their Courfers at the trumpet's found.

With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon

tague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly Lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we fwept Sufpicion from our Seat,
And made our fooftool of Security.

Come hither, Befs, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine Uncles and myself
Have in our armours watch'd the winter-night,
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Went

Went all a-foot in fummer's fcalding heat;
That thou might'ft repoffefs the Crown in peace;
And of our labours thou fhalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blaft his harveft, if your head were?
laid,

For yet I am not look'd on in the world,

This fhoulder was ordain'd fo thick, to heave; Afide. And heave it shall fome weight, or break my

back;

Work thou the way, and that fhall execute.

K. Edw. Clarence and Glofter, love my lovely
Queen;

And kifs your princely Nephew, Brothers both.
Clar. The duty, that I owe your Majesty,
I feal upon the lips of this fweet Babe.

Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,
thanks.

Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thou fprang ft,

Witness the loving kifs I give the fruit.

To fay the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his master;

And cry'd, all hail! when as he meant all Afide. harm.

K. Edw. Now am I feated as my foul delights, Having my Country's Peace and Brothers' Loves. Clar. What will your Grace have done with Mar garet?

Reignier her father to the King of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerufalem;

And hither have they fent it for her ransom.

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
France.

And now what refts but that we spend the time
With ftately Triumphs, mirthful Comick Shows,
Such as befit the pleasure of the Court?

Sound, drums and trumpets; farewel, sow'r Annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lafting Joy.

omnes.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

LIFE and DE AT H

O F

RICHARD III.

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Richard, Duke of York,

Sons to Edward IV.

George Duke of Clarence, Brother to Edward IV.

Richard, Duke of Gloucester, Brother to Edward IV. afterwards

King Richard III.

Cardinal, Archbishop of York.

Duke of Buckingham.

Duke of Norfolk.

Earl of Surrey.

Marquifs of Dorfet, Son to Queen Elizabeth.

Earl Rivers, Brother to the Queen.

Lord Gray, Son to Queen Elizabeth.

Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.
Bishop of Ely..

Lord Haftings.

Sir Thomas Vaughan.

Sir Richard Ratcliff,

Lord Lovel,

Catesby,

Friends to the Duke of Gloucester.

Sir James Tyrrel, a Villain.

Thomas, Lord Stanley, Lord Steward of K. Edward IVth's

Houfehold, afterwards Earl of Derby.

Earl of Oxford,

Blount,

Herbert,

Sir William Brandon,

Brakenbury, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Two Children of the Duke of Clarence.
Lord Mayor.

Sir Christopher Urfwick, a Prieft.

Elizabeth, Queen of Edward IV.

Queen Margaret, Widow of Henry VI.

Anne, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son to Henry VI. afterwards married to the Duke of Gloucester. Dutchess of York, Mother to Edward IV. Clarence, and Rich

ard III.

Sheriff Purfuivant, Citizens, Ghosts of those murder'd by Richard III. with Soldiers, and other Attendants.

The SCENE, in England.

The LIFE and DEATH of

RICHARD III.

ACT I. SCENE I.

The COURT.

Enter Richard Duke of Gloucefter folus.

OW is the Winter of our Discontent
Made glorious Summer by this Sun of
York:

And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our
House,

In the deep bofom of the Ocean bury'd.
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-vifag'd War hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
'To fright the fouls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

1 To fright the SOULS] This may be right, But I rather think Shakespear wrote the FOULE, French, the crowd or multitude running away in a rout or confusion.

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