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EnterCLARENCE,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 mne to the Tower.
Glo. Upon what cause !
Clar.

Because my name is-George.
Glo. Alnck, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers :-
O, belike, his majesty hath some intent,
That you 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,
As yet I do not : Bat, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
And says - wizard told him, that by G
His issue disinherited should be ;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought, that I am he:
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now,
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rulld by

women :-
'Tis not the king:

that sends

you

to the Tower;
lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Antony Woodeville, her brother there,
That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower:
From whence this present day he is deliverdi
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds

My

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84 KING RICHARD III. Act I.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunkea prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other
And, il 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.
EnterCLARENCE,guarded, and BRAKENBURY.
Brother, good day: What means this armed guard,
That waits upou your grace!
Clar

His majesty
Tendering my person's safety, hath appolated
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. Upon what cause !
Clar.

Because my name isGeorge
Glo. Alek, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers :-
O, beliko, his majesty hath some intent,
That you shall be new christend in the Tower,
But what's the matter, Clarence ! may I know!

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know ; for, I prodest,
As yet I do not: Bat, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams,
And from the cross-row plucks the letter,
And says- wizard told him, that by G
His issue disinherited should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought, that I am he:
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now,
Gle. Why, this it is, when men are rull by
spomen:-

that sends you to the Tower;
My lady Grey,
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
From whence this present day he is deliver'd!
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no
But the queea's kindred, and night-walking heralds

Sc. 1. KING RICHARD III.
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings

was to her for his delivery?
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
I'll tell yon what, I think, it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men, and wear her livery:
The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,
Since that our brother dubb's them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
His majesty hath straitly given in charge,
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with his brother.
Glo. Even so an please your worship, Braken-

bury,
You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king
Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen
Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip,
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And the queen's

kindred are made gentlefolks :
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought

to do.
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell

thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou be-

tray me?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,

withal,
Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will

obey.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,
Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sister,
I will perform it, to enfranchise you.
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood,
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

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Clar, I know, it pleaseth neither of us well.

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
Mean time have patience.
Clar.

I must perforce; farewell.
[Exeunt Clarence, Brukenbury, and Guard.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er returu,
Simple, plain Clarence ! I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? the new-deliver'a Hastings!

Enter HASTINGS.
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment!

Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;
For they, that were your enemies, are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
While kites and buzzards prey

at liberty.
Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd,
Glo. What news abroad

Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily:

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
0, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person;
"Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
What, is he in his bed ?
Hast.

He is.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.

[Exit Hastings.
He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,
Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live:
Which done, God take king Édward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter
What though I dil'd her husband, and her

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The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is-to become her husband, and her father:
The which will I ; not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market:
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and

reigns;
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.

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Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of as vell.

Gle. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
Mean time have patience.

I must perforce; farewell.
[Eraunt Clarence, Brukenbury, and Gaert
Gl. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er retara,
Simple, plain Clarence I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here! the new-deliver'd Hastings!

Enter HASTINGS.
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd

imprisonment!
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt;

and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies,

Als, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.

Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be men'd.
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home,
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily,

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. 0, he hath kept an evil diet

long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person;
Tis very grievous to be thought upoi.
What, is he in his bed!

Hast.

Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
751 George be pack'd with posthorse up to hearet.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,

With lies well steel'd with weighty
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live:
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
And leave

the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter
What though I kit'a her husband, and her father!

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SCENE II.

The same. Another street.
Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, borne

in an open coffín, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to
guard it; and Lady ANNE as mourner.

Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, -
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.--
Poor key-cola figure of a holy king!
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter's son,
Stabb'a by the self-same hand, that made these

wounds!
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
o cursed be the hand, that made these holes !
Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Nay fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!-
Come, now, towards Chertsey with your holy load,

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Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,
Rest you, whiles I lamene king Heury's corse.
I The Bearers take up the corpse, and advance.

Enter GLOSTER,
Gle. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it

down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this

fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Gla.

Villains, set down the corse ; or, by Saint

Paul,
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys,
1 Gent, My lord, stand back, and let the coffin

pass.
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I com-

mand:
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,
Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

[The Bearers set down the coffin.
Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all afraid ?
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avsunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou had'st but power over his mortal body,
His soul thou canst not have; therefore, begone.

Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and

trouble us not;.
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :-
o, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds,
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh-
Blush,

blush, thou lump of foul deformity ;,
For 'tis thy presence, that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
Thy deed, inhuman, and unnatural,
Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer

dead,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;

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