THE Life and Death O F RICHARD III With the Landing of the Earl of RICHMOND, AND THE BATTEL at Bofworth Field. Printed in the YEAR M DCC XIV. Edward IV. K Edward, Prince of Wales, afterwards-Edward V. 7 Sons to Ed Richard, Duke of York. George, Duke of Clarence, Brother to Edward IV. Sward 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 Derby. Earl of Surrey. Marguifs of Doret, Son to the Queem Lord Gray. Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII. Queen of Edward IV. Queen Margaret, Widow of Henry VI. Anne, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son to Henry VI. afterwards married to the Duke of Gloucester. Dutchess of York, Mother to Edward IV, Clarence, and Richard III. Sheriff, Pursuivant, Citizens, Chofts of those murder'd by Richard III. with Soldiers and other Attendants. The SCENE in ENGLAND. THE THE LIFE and DEATH O F RICHARD III, &c. ACTI. SCENE I. Enter Richard Duke of Glofter, folus. OW is the Winter of our Difcontent, Bork: And all the Clouds that lowr'd upon our Houfe, In the deep Bofom, of the Ocean 'bu ry'd. Now are our Brows bound with Victorious Wreaths, Our bruised Arms hung up for Monuments; B. 4. To To fright the Souls of fearful Adverfaries, But I, that am not fhap'd for fportive Tricks, Of Edward's Heirs the Murtherer fhall be. Dive Thoughts down to my Soul, here Clarence comes. Enter Clarence guarded, and Brakenbury. Brother, good Day; what means this armed Guard That waits upon your Grace? Clar. His Majefty, tendring my Person's safety, Hath appointed this Conduct to convey me to th'Tower. Glo. Upon what Caufe? Clar. Because my Name is George. Glo. Alack, my Lord, that Fault is none of He fhould for that commit your Godfathers. yours: Obelike, his Majefty hath fome intent, That you fhould be new Chriftned in the Tower. He harkens after Prophefies and Dreams, And for my Name of George begins with G, Gl. Why this it is, when Men are rul'd by Women That made him fend Lord Haftings to the Tower? We are not safe, Clarence we are not fafe. Clar. By Heaven, I think there is no Man secure Glo. Humbly complaining to her Deity, Got my I'll tell you what, I think it is our way, Brak. I befeech your Graces both to pardon me, Glo. Even fo, and please your worship, Brakenbury' A 5 You |