2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour

will weep.

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this

rage,'

Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure. Now, my rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
And beat the drum that it speak mournfully.
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.

Bear hence his body: let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus.
A dead March sounded.

LIFE AND DEATH OF

KING RICHARD III.

Queen of King EDWARD IV.

MARGARET, Widow of King HENRY VI.

Duchess of York, Mother to King EDWARD IV.
Lady ANNE, Widow of EDWARD, Prince of Wales.

SCENE, England.

Note.--When Mr. Kemble read this Play at Crosby Hall, in the City, he introduced it thus-"It will add to the interest, Ladies and Gentlemen, that I may be able to impart to the details of this Play, if you will bear in mind that some of the scenes, truthfully recorded by Shakspere, were enacted in this very apartment."

LIFE AND DEATH OF KING

N

RICHARD III.

ACT I.

London.

Enter GLOSTER.

Gloster.

OW 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 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:
I, that am cùrtail'd of this 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,
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to see my shadow in the sun,
And dèscant on mine own deformity.
Plots have I laid, by prophecies, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul!

comes.

Here Clarence

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 Geòrge. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours? He should, for that, commit your godfathers: But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest,

As yet I do not: But, as I can learn,

He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And says, a wizard told him that by G