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the way :

Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :

We night recover all our loss again; I will not ruinate my father's house,

The queen from France hath brought a puissant power: Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, To bend the fatal instruments of war

And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile ! Against his brother and his lawful king?

Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :

Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, To keep that oath were more impiety

That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed his daughter. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. (last; I am so sorry for my trespass made,

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, I here proclaim m self thy mortal foe ;

And said,—Commend me to my valiant brother. With resolution, wheresoe'er 1 meet thee,

And more he would have said ; and more he spoke, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
Tu plague thee for thy foul misleading me.

That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last,
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, 1 defy thee, I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, -
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.- 0, farewell, Warwick!
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ;

War.

Sweet rest to his soul! And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, Fly, lords, and save yourselves ; for Warwick bids For I will henceforth be no more inconstant. You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies.

K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more Ozf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power' Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our bate. (belov’d,

[Eicunt, bearing off WARWICK's body. Glo. Welcome. good Clarence; this is brother-like. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust ! SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field. K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and, fight?

Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, in triumph ; with Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : K. EXw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward I will away towards Barnet presently,

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. [course, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. But, in the midst of this bright shining day, K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads 1 spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,

That will encounter with our glorious sun, Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory. Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

(March. Exeunt. I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen

Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
SCENE II. - A Field of Battle near Barnet.

And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Alarums, and Excursions.
Enter King EDWARD,

Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,

And blow it to the source from whence it came: bringing in WARWICK wounded.

Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our For every cloud engenders not a storm. For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. — (fear ; Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; That Warwick's bones may keep thine company,

If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd,

[Erit. Her faction will be full as strong as ours. War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me, friend or foe, K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; Why ask I that? my mangled body shews,

We having now the best at Barnet field, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shews, Will thither straight, For willingness rids way: That I must yield my body to the earth.

And, as we march, our strength will be augmented And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

In every county as we go along.-Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

Strike up the drum; cry--Courage! and away. Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,

(Eseunt. Under whose shade the ramping lion slept : Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, SCENE IV.- Plains near Tewksbury And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimmd with death's black March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, (veil,

SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. To search the secret treasons of the world :

Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,

their loss, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ;

But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? What though the mast be now blown over-boan!, And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood; My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he Even now forsake me ; and of all iny lands, Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad, Is nothing left me, but my body's length!

With tearful eyes add water to the sea, Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And give more strength to that which hath too rich; And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock Enter OXFORD and SOMERSIT.

Which industry and courage might have sav'd.

Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that!

And Montague, our top-mast ; What of him? His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles ; What of these ? His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. And Somerset another goodly mast?

You fight in justice ; then, in God's name, lords, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

[Eseunt both armies For once allow'd the skilful pilots charge ? We will not from the helin, to sit and weep;

SCENE V.-Another Part of the same. But keep our course, though the rough wind say-no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck | Alatums: Excursions : and afterwards a retreat. Then, As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.

enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, Gloster, and And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?

Forces : with QUEEN MARGARET, Oxford, and What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit !

SOMERSET, prisoners. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. All these the enemies to our poor bark.

A way with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight : Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while :

For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Go, bear them hence ; I will not hear them speak. Bestride the rock ; the tide will wash you off, Ouf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

Som. Nor 1, but stoop with patience to my fortune. This speak 1, lords, to let you understand,

[Exeunt Oxford and SOMERSET, guarded. In case some one of you would fly from us, Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks. K. Edw. Is proclamation made.--that, who finds Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Shall have a high reward, and he his life? [Edward, "Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,

Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward. Infuse his breast with magnanimity,

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear laim And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? (speak. I speak not this, as doubting any here :

Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, He should have leave to go away betimes ;

And all the trouble thou hasi turn'd nie io ? Lest, in our need, he might infect another,

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York. And make him of like spirit to himself.

Suppose that I am now my father's mouth ; If any such be here, as God forbid !

Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Let him depart before we need his help.

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Oif. Women and children of so high a courage! Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to. And warriors faint' why, 'twere perpetual shame! - Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv’d! O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. To bear his image álu renew his glories !

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope, His currish riddles sort not with this place. Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. (thanks. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague lo men.

Q. Mur. Thanks, gentle Somerset;—sweet Oxford, Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no- Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook- back thing else.

rather.

[congue. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will chann your Enter a Messenger.

Clai. Untutor d lad, thou arı too malapert. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Lascivious Edward, -and thou perjur'd George. Oaf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

And thou misshapen Dick,-l tell ye all To baste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

I am your better, traitors as ye are ; Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. (ness. And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward- K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. Daf. Here pitch our balile; hence we will not budge.

(Stutio him.

Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,

(Glo stubs him. CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

Clur. And there's for twitting me with perjury. h. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny

(Clar. stubis hin wood,

Q. Mar. 0, kill me too! Which, by the heavens'assistance, and your strength, Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done I need not add more fuel to your fire,

too much.

words? For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out :

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.

K. Edu. What! doth she swoon ? use means for Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I

her recovery.

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother ; My lears gainsay; for every word I speak,

l'll hence to London on a serious matter : Ye see, I drink the water of miue eyes.

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear soine news ! Therefore, no more but this :—Henry, your sovereign, Clar. What? what? Is prisoner to the soe ; his state usurp'd.

Clo The Tower! the Tower!

| Esu.

should say,

Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,|'Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, boy!

Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Canst thou not speak ? - O traitors ! murderers !- Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, Than can my ears that tragic history.— If this foul deed were by, to equal it.

But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life ? He was a man : this, in respect, a child;

Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child

K. Hen. A persecutor, 1 an sure, thou art;
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? inurdering innocents be executing,
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :- Why, then thou art an executioner.
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-

Glo. Thy son I killid for his presumption.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!

K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! Thou hadst not livid to kill a son of mine. (presume, You have no children, butchers ! if you had, And thus / prophecy,—that many a thousand, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear ; But, if you ever chance to have a child,

And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, Look in his youth to have him so cut off.

And many an orphan's water standing eye, – As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate,

K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. And orphans for their parents' timeless death,

Q.Mar. Nay, never bear me hence,despatch ine here; Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death : The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; What! wilt thou not?— then, Clarence, do it thou. The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Dogs howld, and hideous tempests shook down trees , Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, thou do it.

(do it? And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.

To wit,-an indigest deformed lump, What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou? Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed ; To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world : Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And, if the rest be true which I have heard,

K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Thou cam stQ. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Glo. I'll hear no more ,- Die, prophet, in thy prince! [Erit, led out forcibly.

speech:

(Stabs him. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ?

For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Now march we hence : discharge the common sort Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's deatn And see our gentle queen how well she fares; O, may such purple tears be always shed By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. From those that wish the downfal of our house lo

If any spark of life be yet remaining, SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. Down, down to hell; and say-1 sent thee thither,

(Stabs him again. King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in his 1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.— hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER.

Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? For I have often heard my mother say,
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should say I came into the world with my legs forward
"Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : (rather: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? And both preposterous ; therefore, not good lord. The midwife wonder'd : and the women cried, Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!

[Exit Lieutenant. And so I was; which plainly signifiedK. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.- Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? I have no brother, I am like no brother : Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; And this word - love, which greybeards call divine, he thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Be resident in men like one another, K. Hen. The bird that hath been limed in a bush, And not in me; I am myself alone. With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : Clarence, beware ; thou keep'st me from the light; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee : Have now the fatal object in my eye, [kill’d. For I will buz abroad such prophecies, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and That Edward shall be fearful of his life ;

Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, And, then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. That taughi his son the office of a fowl?

King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;

Ki Hen 1, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.1 hy father. Minos, that denied our course ; I'll throw thy body in another room, The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. (Erit. SCENE VII.-The same A Room in the Palace.

This shoulder was ordain d so thick, lo heave ;

And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:King Edward is discovered sitting on his throne; Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execuie. (Aside. QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, Cla

K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely RENCE, GLOSTER, Hastings, and others, near him.

queen,

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, Re.purchas'd with the blood of enemies.

I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ?

thanks.

[sprang'st, Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou For hardy and undoubted champions :

Witness the loving kiss • give the fruit : Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,

To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; And two Northumberlands : two braver men And cried-all hail! when as he meant- Aside. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound :

all harm. With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon- K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, (tague, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Clur. What will your grace have done with MarThus have we swept suspicion from our seat, Reignier, her father, to the king of France (garet? And made our footstool of security.

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :- And hither have they sent it for her ransome. Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence 19 Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;

France. Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat,

And now what rests, but that we spend the time That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; With stately triumphs, mirthful coinic shows, And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Such as befit the pleasures of the court?

Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; Sound, drums and trumpets:—farewell, sour annoy! For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Eseunt.

Or the three parts of King Henry the Sisth, it is now agreed thousand eight bundred and ninety-nine were entirely his ow) that the first part is entirely spurious, or at most does not con- cotu position. tain above ten or twelve lines from the hand of Shakspeare: and of the three plays, the first is indeed, as Mr. Morgan has that of the two last parts he was not the author, but merely the justly described it, a drum-and-trumpet thing,;" the secoud improver and enlarger. The total number of lines contained in and third have some very beautiful passages. They have 901," these two plays is, according to Malone, six thousand and forty says Dr. Johnson, "sufficient variety of action, for the incidents three ; of these, one thousand seven bundred and seventy-one are too often of the same kind ; yet many of the characters are were written by Marlowe, or by Marlowe and his associates : well

discriminated. King Henry and his queen. king Edwaru. two thousand three hundred and seventy-three were framed by the duke of Gloster, and the earl., Warrick, are rery strongly Shakspeare, on the foundation laid by his predecesson: one and distinctly painted."

KING RICHARD III.

TAIS play was entered at Stationers' Hall by Andrew Wise, the poetical catalogue of his works enumerates Romeo and

Oct. 20, 1597, and published in quarto the same year. It RICHARD appears to have been a popular tragedy so early as 1595, The space of time comprised in this drama, is about fourteer as we learn from a small volume of epigrams by John years, the second scene commences with the funeral of King Weever, in the collection of Mr. Comb, of Henley. Of Henry VI., who, according to the received

account, was mur. this volume, which was written in the year 1595, the twenty- dered on the list of May, 1471, and closes with the death of second epigram is addressed to William Shakspeare, and in Richard at Boswortb-field, eed of August, 1485.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house,

In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd. Kino EDWARD THE FOURTH.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths : EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; wurds King Edward V. sons to the King. Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, RICHARD, Duke of York.

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. GEOROE, Duke of Clarence, brothers to the

Grim-visag' war hath smooth'd his wrinkled froot ; RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, after

King. wards King Richard III.

And now-instead of mounting barbed steeds.

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, A young Son of Clarence.

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Henry VIJ.

But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, CARDINEL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass : Tuomas ROTHERAM, Archbishop of York.

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majest; i John MORTON, Bishop of Ely.

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

1, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, DUKE OF NORFOLK.

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Earl or SURREY, his son.

Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time Earl Rivers, brother to King Edward's Queen. Into this breathing world, scarce half made up MARQUIS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, hor sons. And that so lamely and unfashionable, EARL OF OXFORD.

The dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Lord HASTINGS.

Why 1, in this weak piping time of peace, LORD STANLEY.

Have no delight to pass away the time; LORD LOVEL.

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, Sir Thomas VAUGHAN.

And descant on mine own deformity ; Sir RICHARD Ratcliff.

And therefore,—since I cannot prove a lover, Sir William CATESBY.

To entertain these fair well-spoken days,Sir JAMES TYRREL.

I am determined to prove a villain, Sir James BLOUNT.

And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Sir WALTER HERBERT.

Plots have 1 laid, inductions dangerous,
Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower. By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.

To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
Another Priest.

In deadly hate the one against the other Lord Mayor of London.

And, if king Edward be as true and just, Sheriff of Wiltshire.

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.

This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI.

About a prophecy, which says-that G
Duchess of York, mother to King Edward IV.,

Of Edward's heirs, the murderer shall be.
Clarence, and Gloster.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! hereClarence comes Lady Anne, widow of Edward, Prince of Wales,

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to the Brother, good day: What ineans this armed guard, Duke of Gloster

That waits upon your grace ? A young Daughter of Clarence.

Clar.

His majesty, Lords, and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen, a Pur. Tendering my person's sarety, hath appointed

suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

Glo. Upon what cause ?

Clar.
SCENE,-ENGLAND.

Because my name is-George.
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours :
He should, for that, cominit your godfathers :

O, belike, his majesty hath some intent,
ACT I.

That you should be new christend in the Towe:.

But what's the matter, Clarence ? may I know? SCENE I.-London. A Street.

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest Enter GLOSTER.

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

He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent, And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And says a wizard told him, that by G

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