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PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN;
PATERNOSTER-ROW, -

1818.

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RING RICHARD III.

VOL. VIIs B

KING EDwARD THE FourTH.

Edward, Prince of Wales, after- wards King Edward V. } Sons to the king.

Richa RD, duke of York,

GeoRGE, duke of Clarence, } Brothers to the

RICHARD, duke of Gloster, after- king

wards King Richard III. A young Son of Clarence. HENRY, earl of Richmond, afterwards K. Henry VII. CARDINAL Bouchier, archbishop of Canterbury. Thom As Rother AM, 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 Oxfor D. LoRD HAs TINGs. Lord

STANLEY. Lord Lovel. SIR THoMAs WAUGHAN. SIR RicharD RAT

CLIFF. SIR WILLIAM CATEs By. SIR JAMEs TYRREL. SIR JAMEs BLou Nt. 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 to 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.

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Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds, that lowr'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;

* Dances, * Armed.

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