Went all a-foot in fummer's fcalding heat;
That thou might'ft repoffefs the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

GLO. I'll blaft his harvest, if your head were
laid,

For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

This fhoulder was ordain'd fo thick, to heave;

And heave it fhall fome weight, or break my

back;

Work thou the way, and that shall execute.

Afide.

K. EDW. Clarence and Glo'fter, love my lovely queen; And kifs your princely nephew, brothers both.

CLAR. The duty, that I owe your majesty,

I feal upon the lips of this fweet babe.

QUEEN. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. GLO. And that I love the tree, from whence thou sprang't,

Witness the loving kifs I give the fruit.

To say the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his master;

And cry'd, all hail! when as he meant all harm.
K. EDW. Now am I feated as my foul delights,

Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.

[Afide. [Afide.

CLAR. What will your grace have done with Margaret? Reignier her father to the king of France

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerufalem;

And hither have they fent it for her ransom.

K, Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
And now what refts but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick fhows,
Such as befit the pleasure of the court?

Sound, drums and trumpets. Farewel, four annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

LIFE AND DEATH

O F

RICHARD III.

KING EDWARD IV.

EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after

wards EDWARD V.

RICHARD, duke of York.

Sons to Edward IV.

GEORGE, duke of Clarence, brother to Edward IV.

RICHARD, duke of Gloucester, brother to Edward IV.

afterwards king Richard III.

Cardinal, archbishop of YORK.

Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

Duke of NORFOLK.

Earl of SURREY,

Marquis of DORSET, fon to queen Elizabeth.

Earl RIVERS, brother to the queen.

Lord GRAY, fon to queen Elizabeth.

Earl of RICHMOND, afterwards king Henry VII.
Bishop of ELY. Lord HASTINGS. Sir THOM. VAUCHAN.
Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF. Lord LovEL. CATESBY.
Sir JAMES TYRREL. THOMAS, lord Stanley. Earl
of OXFORD, BLOUNT. HERBERT.

Sir WILLIAM BRANDON.

BRAKENBURY, Lieut. of the Tower.

Two children of the duke of CLARENCE,

Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest.
Lord Mayor.

ELIZABETH, queen of Edward IV.

Queen MARGARET, widow of Henry VI.

ANNE, widow of Edward prince of Wales, fon to Henry VI, afterwards married to the duke of Gloucefter.

Dutchefs of YORK, mother to Edward IV. Clarence and Richard III.

Sheriff, Pursuivant, Citizens, Ghosts of those murder'd by Richard III. with foldiers, and other attendants.

Enter Richard duke of Gloucester, folus.

OW is the winter of our discontent

our stim of York,

And all the clouds, that low'r'd upon our house,
In the deep bofom 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-vifag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front
And now, inftead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the fouls of fearful adverfaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lafcivious pleafing of a lute.

But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an am'rous looking-glass,→
I, that am rudely ftampt, and want love's majesty,
To ftrut before a wanton ambling nymph;
1, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by diffembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, fent before my time

Into this breathing world, fcarce half made up;
And that fo lamely and unfashionably,

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them:
Why I, in this weak piping time of
peace
Have no delight to pafs away the time;
Unless to spy my fhadow in the fun,
And defcant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, fince 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,
To fet my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate, the one against the other :
By drunken prophefies, libels, and dreams,
And, if king Edward be as true and just,
As I am fubtle, falfe, and treacherous,

This day fhould Clarence closely be mew'd up;
About a prophesy, which fays, that G

Of Edward's heirs the murtherer fhall be.

-Dive, thoughts, down to my foul! here Clarence comes,

Enter Clarence guarded, and Brakenbury.

Brother, good day, what means this armed guard,

That waits upon your grace?

CLA. His majesty,

Tend'ring my perfon's fafety, hath appointed

This conduct to convey me to the Tower,

GLO. Upon what caufe?

CLA. Because my name is George.

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

He should for that commit your godfathers.