THE

PLAYS

OF

SHAKESPEARE,

CAREFULLY REVISED

FROM THE BEST EDITIONS.

VOLUME SIXTH,

CONTAINING

KING RICHARD III.

KING HENRY VIII.-TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

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King EDWARD the Fourth.

EDWARD, Prince of Wales, af

terwards K. Edward V.

RICHARD, Duke of York,

GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,

RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, af

terwards K. Richard III.

A young Son of Clarence.

sons to the King.

brothers to the King.

HENRY, Earl of Richmond, afterwards K. 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.
Earl RIVERS, brother to King Edward's Queen.
Marquis of Dorset, and Lord Grey, her sons.
Earl of Oxford. Lord HASTINGS.
Lord HASTINGS.

Lord LovEL.

Lord STANLEY.

Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN. Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF.
Sir WILLIAM CATESBY. Sir JAMES TYRREL.
Sir JAMES BLOUNT.

Sir WALTER HERBERT.

Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower.
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. Another Priest.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.
MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI.

Duchess of York, mother to King Edward IV. Clarence, and Gloster.

Lady ANNE, widow of Edward Prince of Wales, son of 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.

KING RICHARD III.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-London. A street.

Enter GLOSTter.

Glo. Now 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 curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,