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King EDWARD the Fourth.
Brothers to RICHARD, Duke of GLOSTER, after
the King. wards King Richard III. A young Son of Clarence. Henry, · Earl of RichMOND, afterwards King
Henry VII. Cardinal BOURCHJER, 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 : Marquis of Dorset, and Lord Grey, her Sons. Earl of OXFORD. Lord HASTINGS. Lord Stan
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. Cla
rence, and Gloster. Lady ANNE, widow of Edward Prince of Wales, son to
King Henry VI.; afterwards married to the duke of
Gloster. A young daughter of Clarence. Lords, and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen, a Pur
suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.
LIFE AND DEATH
KING RICHARD III.
ACT I. SCENE I.
London. A Street.
Enter GLOSTER. Gloster. Now 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 bosom 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-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now,- instead of mounting barbed steeds, 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;
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, Have no delight to pass away the time; 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, 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, guurded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day : What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace ?
Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is-George.
shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence ? may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest,