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War. Hence with him to the Tower! let him not speak! kneel down! {Exeunt some with King Henry. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools.

And bid And, lords, towards Coventry bend 'we our course, Wur. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, K. Ed Where peremptory Warwick now remains ! And with the other fling it at thy face,

the The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

Lords, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.

K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,

thy friend! And take the great-grown traitor unawares: This hand, fast wound abont thy coal-black hair,

SC Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry! Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, Alarun

[Excunt. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood :

Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. K. Ed

Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.
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War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford comes !

Now, M
SCENE I. - Coventry.
Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

That W Enter, upon the walls, Warwick, the Mayor of

(Oxford and his forces enter the city. Corentry, two Messengers, and Others. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter tvo! Ilar. Where is the post, that came from valiant Ox K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: And tel ford ?

Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? Will issue out again, and bid us battle:

My blou 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. If not, the city being of small defence, l'ar. How far ot' is our brother Montague? We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

And, b Where is the post that came from Montague? War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Enter Sir John SOMERVULLE.

Mon. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?

(Ile and his forces enter the city. And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Glo.Thou and thy brother both shall buythis treason,

Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, Even with the dearest blood, your bodies bear. And do expect him here some two hours hence. K. Edw. The harder match’d, the greater victory; [Drum heard. My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Havel War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Enter Somerset, with drum and colours. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; Son. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! The druin, your honour hears, marcheth from War

(He and his forces enter the city. wiek.

Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, War. Who should thạt be? belike, unlook'd for Have sold their lives unto the house of York;

And friends.

And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know, Enter CLARESCE, with drum and colours. Drums. Enter King EDWARD, Glosten, and Forces, War.And do,where George of Clarence sweeps along, marching.

or force enough to bid his brother battle; K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle! With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. More than the nature of a brother's love;—.

And, War. O, uubid spite! is sportful Edward come? Come, Clarence, come! thou wilt, if Warwick calls

, Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? That we could hear no news of his re,

{Taking che red rose out of his cap.
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? – I will not ruinate my father's house,
Call Edward kivg, and at his hands beg mercy, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thon, Warwicke
Jur. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural

, Confess, who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? - To bend the fatal instruments of war Call Warwick patron, and be penitent,

Against his brother, and his lawful king?
And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the To keep that vath, were more impiety
king;

Than jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter.
Or did he make the jest against his will ? I am so sorry for my trespass made,
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
Glo, Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. (As I will nieet thee, if thou 'stir abroad,)
K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick’s To plague thee for thy font misleading me.
gift.

And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; And Henry is my kiug, Warwick his subject. And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults

, K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,

K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times moro What is the body, when the head is oti?

belov'd, Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Than if thou never hadst desery'd our hate! But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence! this is brother-like. The king was slily finger'd from the deck!

War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. and light?

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I will away towards Barnet presently,

But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud,
K, Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads That will encounter with our glorious sun,

Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory ! I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen

[March. Exeunt. Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
SCENE II. – A field of battle near Barnet. Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,
Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, And blow it to the source, from whence it came:

bringing in Warwick wounded. Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
K. Edw. So, lie thou there! die thou, and die our fear! For every cloud engenders not a storm.
For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.

Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong,
Now, Montague, sit fast! I seek for thee,

And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd,

[Éxit. Her faction will be full as strong, as ours !
War. Ah, who is nigh? cometo me, friend, or foe, K. Edw. We are advertis’d by our loving friends,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

We, having now the best at Barnet field,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, Will thither strait, for willingness rids way:
That I must yield my body to the earth,

And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

In every county, as we go along. -
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

Strike up the drum, cry Courage ! and away!
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,

(Exeunt. Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;

SCENE IV. – Plains near Tewksbury.
Whose top-branch overpeerd Jove's spreading tree, March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince EDWARD,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail
veil,

their loss,
Have been as piercing, as the mid-day sun, But cheerly seek, how to redress their harms.
To search the secret treasons of the world :

What, though the mast be now blown over-board,
The wrinkles in my brows, now filựd with blood, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
Were liken’d oft to kingly sepulchres;

And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood,
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? Yet lives our pilot still: is't meet, that he
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, And give more strength to that, which hath too much;
Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Is nothing left me, but my body's length! Which industry and courage might have sav'd ?
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, bat earth and dust? Ah, what a shame! ah! what a fault were this !
And, live we how we ean, yet die we must. Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
Enter OXFORD and SoMENSET.

And Montague onr top-mast; what of him?
Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou, as we are, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
We might recover all our loss again!

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
The queen from France hath brought a puissant And Somerset another goodly mast?
power;

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly! And though unskilful, why not Ned and I

War. Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague, For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, We will not from the helm, to sit and weep,
And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! But keep our course, though the rough winds say no,
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last;| And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, All these the enemies to our poor bark.
And said : Commend me to my valiant brother! Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
And more he would have said ; and more he spoke, Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan:

This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
0, farewell, Warwick!

In case some one of you would fly from us,
War, Sweet rest to his soul!-

That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
Fly, lords, and save yourselves! for Warwick bids More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen’s great power! 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
(Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit

Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
SCENE III. Another part of the field. Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
CLARENCE, Gloster, and the rest.

I speak not this, as doubting any here:
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
course,

He should have leave to go away betimes,

(Stahs him.

ness.

Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou?

K. Edw, Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her bence!

Lest, in our need, he might infect another, Resigo thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thon,
And make him of like spirit to himself.

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
If any such be here, as God forbid !

Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to!
Let him depart, before we need his help.

P. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Oxf. Women and children of uo luigh a courage! Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat,
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. And ne'er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster!
O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night;
Doth live again in thee; long may'st thou live, His currish riddles sort vot with this place.
To bear his image, and renew his glories!

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word.
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Q. Mar, Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,

Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold! If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at !

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookback Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, rather. thanks!

K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing tongue!
else.

Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
Enter a Messenger.

Prince. I know my duty, you are all uudutiful:
Mess. Prepare you, lords ! for Edward is at hand, Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George-
Ready to fight. Therefore be resolute !

And thou mis-shapen Dick, --I tell ye all, Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

I am your better, traitors as ye are!-To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Som. But he's deceiv’d, we are in readiness. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward

Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end ihy agony! 0.rf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.

(Glo. stabs hun March. Enter, at a distance, King EdwaRD, Cha-Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury: RENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces,

(Clar. slabs him. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny Q. Mar. 0, kill me too! wood,

Glo. Marry, and shall.

[offers to kill her. Which, by the heavens'assistance, and your strength, K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

much. I need not add more fuel to your fire;

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out!

words? Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!

K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I lier recovery!

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother! My tears gainsay; for every word, I speak, I'll hence to Loudon, on a serious matter. Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news! Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign, Clar, What? what? - Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp’d,

Glo. The Tower, the Tower! His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, Q.Mar.0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; Canst thou not speak! - O traitors! murderers! And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. They, that stabb'd Caesar, shed no blood at all, You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight!

If this foul deed were by, to equal it. (Exeunt both Armies. He was a man; this, in respect, a child; SCENE V. - Another part of the same. And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. What's worse, than murderer, that I may name it? Then enter King Edward, CLARENCE, Gloster, No, no; my heart will burst, au if I speak :and forces; with Queen MargarET, Oxford, and And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.“ Somerset, prisoners.

Butchers and villains, bloody cannibuls !
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultnous broils. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp’d!
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight! You have not children, butchers! if you had,
For Somerset, off with his guilty head !

The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse.
Go, hear them hence! I will not hear them speak. But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Look in his youth, to have him so cut off,
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. As, deathismen! you haverid this sweet young prince

(Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce! O Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

here; K. Edw. Is proclamation made, – that, who finds Here sheath thy sword! I'll pardon theo Edward,

What! wilt thou not ? --- then, Clarence, do it thoa! Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease

. Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes, Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do! sweet Clarence, do Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward.

thou do it! K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I wonld not do it? speak!

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself;
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? ''Twas sia before, but now 'tis charity.
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, What! wilt thon not? where is that devil's butcher

,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
And all the trouble, thou hast turn'd me to? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;
Prince. Speak, like a subject, proud ambitious York ! Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
Sappose, that I am now my father's mouth;

should say,

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death:

Q. Mur. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! Glo. I'll hear no more. - Die, prophet, in thy
Exit, led out forcibly. spcech !

[Stabs him. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Now march we hence! discharge the common sort Sink in the ground? I thought, it would have mounted.
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
And see our gentle queen, how well she fares !

O, may such purple tears be always shed
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt. From those that wish the downfal of our house!

SCENE VI. - London. A room in the Tower. If any spark of life be yet remaining,
King Herry is discovered sitting with a book in his Down, down to hell! and say ~ I sent thce thither,
hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Gloster.

(Stabs him again.
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard?|I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
rather;

For I have often heard my mother say,
'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better:

I came into the world with my legs forward:
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

Had I not reason, think ye, to make liaste,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right?
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves ! we must confer. The midwife wonder'd and the women cried :

[Exit Lieutenant. 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: And so I was; which plainly signified -
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; I have no brother, I am like np brother:
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

And this word love, which greybeards call divine,
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, Be resident in men like one another,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every

bush : And not in me! I am myself alone.
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Clarence, beware! thou keep’st me from the light;
Have now the fatal object in my eye,

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
kill'd.

That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
That taught his son the office of a fowl?

King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest ; .

K. Hen. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; I'll throw thy body in another room,
The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit.
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. SCENE VII. — The same. A room in the palaco.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! King Edward is discovered sitting on his throne;
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Queen Elizabeth with the infant Prince, CLARNICE,
Than can my ears that tragic history. -

GLOSTER, Hastings, and Others, near him,
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
K. Hlen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
If murdering innocents be executing,

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. For hardy and undoubted champions:
K. Hen. Had'st thou been kill'd, when first thou Two Cliffords, as the father and the son:
didst presume,

And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Thon hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. Ne'er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet's sonnd :
And thus ! prophecy, - that many a thousand, With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mog-
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,

tague,
And many au oldman's sigh, and many a widow's That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye, And made the forest tremble, when they roar'd.
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death, - And made our footstool of security.
Shall rue the hour, that ever thou wast born. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy!
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook dowo treess Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat,
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace,
And chattering pies in dismal discord sung, And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
- an indigest deformed lump,

This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:Teeth hadst thon in thy head, when thou wast born, Work thou the way, -and thou shalt executo. To signify, – thou cam'st to bite the world:

Asida And, if the rest be true, which I have heard, K.Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely queen! Thou cam'st

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both!

To wit,

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret? K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence ! worthy brother, Reignier, her father, to the king of France thanks!

Hath pawnd the Sicils and Jerusalem, Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thoa And hither have they sent it for her ransome. sprang'st,

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:

France ! To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his

And now what rests, but that we spend the time master;

Aside.

With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, And cried: all hail! when as he meant

Such as befit the pleasures of the court?-- all harm.

Sound, drums and trumpets !- farewell, sour annoy! K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeuns.

KING RICHARD III.

Persons of the dra m a. King Edward the Fourth.

Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN. Edward, prince of Wales, af

Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF. terwards King EDWARD V. sons to the King. Sir WILLIAM Catesby. Sir Jaures TYRREL. Richakd, duke of York.

Sir JAMES Blount. Sir WALTER HERBERT, George, duke of CLARENCE,

brothers to the

Sir Robert BRAKEXBURY, lieutenant of the Tower. RICHARD, duke of GLOSTER,

Christopher URSWIGX, a priest. Another Priest.

King. afterwards K. Richard III.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. A young Son of CLARENCE.

ELIZABETH, queen of king Edward IV. Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards King IIENAY VII. MARGARET, widow of king Hexnx VI. Cardinal BOURCHJER, archbishop of CANTERBUBY. buchess of York, mother to king Edward IV., Thomas Rothenas, archbishop of YORK.

Clarence, and GLOSTER. Joan Morrox, bishop of ELY.

Lady Anne, widow of EDWARD prince of Wales

, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

son to king Henry VI.; afterwards married to
Duke of Norfolk: Earl of SURREY, his son. the duke of Gloster,
Eurl Riyers, brother to king Edward's queen. A young daughter of Clarence,
Marquis of DORSET, and Lord Grey, her sons. Lords, and other åttendanis ; two Gentlemen, a
Earl of OXFORD. Lord Hastings. Lord STANLEY. Pursuivant, Scrivener , Citizens, Murderers,
Lord LOVEL.

Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, etc.
Scene, — England.

A C T I.

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,
SCENE I. - London. A Street.

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
Enter GLOSTER.

And descant on mine owu deformity.
Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent And therefore, - since I cannot prove a lover,
Made glorious summer by this snn of York; To entertain these fair well-spoken days, –
And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, I am determined to prove a villain,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. In deadly hate, the one against the other : Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And, if king Edward be as true and just, And now, - instead of mounting barbed steeds,

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, - This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

Abont a prophecy, which says

that G To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Comes. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass,

Enter Clarence, guarded, and BrakesEURS. 1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, Brother, good day! What means this armed guard, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph,

That waits upon your grace? # 1, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

Clar. His majesty, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Tendering nry person's safety, hath appointed Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time This conduet to convey me to the Tower. Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, Glo. Upon what canse? And that so lamely and unfashionable,

Clar. Because my name is –George. That dogs hark at me, as I halt by them;

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours: