PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Edward the Fourth. Edward, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Edward V. Richard, Duke of York, Sons to the King. Richard, Duke of Gloster, Brothers to the King. afterwards King Rich ard III. A young son of Clarence. Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII. Cardinal Bourchier, Archbishop of Canterbury. Thomas Rotheram, Archbishop of York. John Morton, Bishop of Ely. Duke of Buckingham. Duke of Norfolk: Earl of Surrey, his son. Sir Thomas Vaughan. Sir Richard Ratcliff. Sir James Blount. Sir Walter Herbert. Sir Robert Brakenbury, Lieutenant of the Tower. Elizabeth, Queen of King Edward IV. 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 the Duke of Gloster. A young daughter of Clarence. Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c. SCENE, England. Glo. 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 wreaths; with victorious Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; And now, front; 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; 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 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: As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; And, for my name of George begins with G, These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, 'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower; But the Queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the King and mistress Shore. |