DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.
EDWARD, Prince of Wales ;

Sons to the King.
RICHARD, Duke of York ;
George, Duke of Clarence; | Brothers to the
RICHARD, Duke of Gloster; } King.
A young Son of Clarence.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond.
CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
THOMAS ROTHERAM, 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 BLOUNT. SIR WALTER HERBERT.
SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the

Tower.
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest. Another Priest.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire.

ELIZABETH, Queen of 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.
A young Daughter of Clarence.

Lords, and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen, a Pur

suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

SCENE, England.

LIFE AND DEATH

OF

KING RICHARD III.

ACT I.

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 lower'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 barbedsteeds, 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 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 curtail'd thus of 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,

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1 The cognizance of Edward IV., consisted of three suns. ? Caparisoned. 3 love : in quartos. 4 curtail'd of this : in f. e.

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Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see 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,
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.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul : here Clarence comes.

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.
Brother, good day. What means this armed guard,
That waits upon your grace ?
Clar.

His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. Upon what cause ?
Clar.

Because my name is George.
Glo. Alack! my lord, that fault is none of yours;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers
O! belike, his majesty hath some intent,
That you should be new christend in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence ? may I know?

Clar. Yca, Richard, when I know; but I protest, As yet I do not : but, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams ; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says, a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be ; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought that I am he. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruld by women. 'T is not the king that sends you to the Tower : My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 't is she,

1 spy : in quarto.

That tempts him to this harsh' extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Antony Woodeville, her same 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.

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?3

Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
I'll tell you what ; I think, it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men, and wear her livery :
The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,
Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.

Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me :
His majesty hath straitly given in charge,
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with your brother.

Glo. Even so; an please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we say.
We speak no treason, man: we say, the king
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,
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?

Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Glo. Nought to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee,

fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave. Wouldst thou betray me?
Brak. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; and

withal,
Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

1 tempers him to this extremity: in quartos. 2 Not in f. e. the quartos; folio : Hastings was for her.

3 So

Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will

obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.Brother, farewell : I will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Were it to call king Edward's widow sister, I will perform it to enfranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well.

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lie for you.' Mean time, have patience. [Embracing him. Clar.

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 ?

Enter HASTINGS.
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord.

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain.
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ?

Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must ;
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too, For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you.

Hast. More pity, that the eagles should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey: at liberty

Glo. What news abroad ?

Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home :-
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul“, that news is bad indeed. 0! he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consum'd his royal person : 'T is very grievous to be thought upon. Where is he? in his bed ?5 i Lie in prison in your stead.

play: in folio. quartos : What! is he in his bed ?

? Not in f. e.

4 John : in folio.

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