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THE TRAGEDY OF
KING RICHARD THE THIRD.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING EDWARD the Fourth.
SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.
sons to the SIR JAMES TYRREL.
SIR JAMES BLOUNT. RICHARD, Duke of
Sir WALTER HERBERT. York,
Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieu. George, Duke of
tenant of the Tower. Clarence,
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. RICHARD, Duke of brothers to Another Priest.
Gloucester, after- the King TRESSEL and BERKELEY, gentlewards King Rich
men attending on the Lady ard III.,
Anne. A young son of Clarence.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff HENRY, Earl of Richmond, after- of Wiltshire.
wards King Henry VII. CARDINAL BOC RCHIER, Archbishop ELIZABETH, queen to King Edof Canterbury.
ward IV. Thomas ROTHERHAM, Archbishop MargARET, widow of King Henry of York,
VI. Joux MORTON, Bishop of Ely. DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Edward IV. DUKE OF NORFOLK.
LADY ANNE, widow of Edward EARL OF SURREY, his son.
Prince of Wales, son to King EARL RIVERS, brother to Eliza- Henry VI.: afterwards married beth.
to Richard. MARQUIS OF Dorset and LORD A young Daughter of Clarence GREY, sons to Elizabeth.
(MARGARET PLANTAGENET). EARL OF OXFORD. LORD HASTINGS.
Ghosts of those murdered by LORD STANLEY, called also EARL Richard III, Lords and other OF DERBY.
Attendants; a Pursuivant, ScriLORD LOVEL.
Murderers SIR THOMAS VAUGHAX.
Messengers, Soldiers, &c.
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; ! And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
10 To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; 1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish’d, sent before my time
20 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, Have no delight to pass away the timc, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain
30 And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate the one against the other: And if King Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up, About a prophecy, which says that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
40 Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.
Glou. Upon what cause?
Because my name is George.
50 But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, wlicn I know; for I protest
60 Have moved his highness to commit me now.
Glou. Wly, this it is, when men are ruled by women: "Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower; My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she That tempers biin to this extremity. Was it not she and that good man of worship, Anthony Woodville, her brother there, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, From whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.
Glou. Humbly complaining to her deity
Brak. I beseech your graces botli to pardon me;
Glou. Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury,
90 Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;
We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.
fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best he do it secretly, alone.
100 Brak. What one, my lord ? Glou. Her husband," knave: wouldst thou betray me?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me, and withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
Glou. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
110 Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glou. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I must perforce. Fareweil.
[Ereunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glou. 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.
120 But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Enter Lord HASTINGS.
. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Hlast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
Glou. No doubt, no doubt; and so suall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his,
130 And have prevail'd as much on him as you.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glou. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home;
Glou. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
140 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed?
Hast. He is.
150 Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. What though I kill'd her liusband and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father: The which will I; not all so much for love As for another secret close intent, By marrying her which I must reach unto. But yet I run before my borse to market:
160 Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Erit.
Scene II. The same. Another street.
halberds to guard it; LADY ANNE being the mourner.