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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.

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Marguifs of Doret, Son to the Queem
Earl Rivers, Brother to the Queen.

Lord Gray.

Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.

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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

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RICHARD III, &c.

ACTI. SCENE I.

Enter Richard Duke of Glofter, folus.

OW is the Winter of our Difcontent,
Made glorious Summer by this Sun of

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;
Our ftern Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings;
Our dreadful Marches to delightful Meafures.
Grim-vifag'd War hath fmooth'd his wrinkled Front,
And now inftead of mounting Barbed Steeds,
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To fright the Souls of fearful Adverfaries,
He capers nimbly in a Lady's Chamber,
To the lafcivious pleafing of a Lute.

But I, that am not fhap'd for fportive Tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glafs,
I that am rudely ftampt, and want Love's Majesty,
To ftrut before a wanton ambling Nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair Proportion,
Cheated of Feature by diffembling Nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, fent before my time
Into this breathing World, fcarce half made up,
And that fa lamely and unfashionable,
That Dogs bark at me, as I halt by them:
Why I (in this weak piping time of Peace)
Have no delight to pafs away the time,
Unless to see my Shadow in the Sun,
And defcant on mine own Deformity..
And therefore, fince I cannot prove a Lover,
To entertain thefe fair well-fpoken Days,
I am determined to prove a Villain,
And hate the idle Pleasures of these Days.
Plots have I laid, Inductions dangerous,
By drunken Prophefies, Libels, and Dreams,
To fet my Brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as True and Juft,
As I am Subtle, Falfe and Treacherous,
This Day fhould Clarence clofely be mew'd up,
About a Prophefie, which fays that G

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.
But what's the Matter, Clarence, may I know?
Clar. Yea Richard, when I know, but I proteft
As yet I do not; but as I can learn,

He harkens after Prophefies and Dreams,
And from the Crofs-row plucks the Letter G;
And fays a Wizard told him, that by G,
His Iffue difinherited should be.

And for my Name of George begins with G,
It follows in his Thought that I am he.
Thefe, as I learn, and fuch like toys as these,
Have mov'd his Highness to commit me now.

Gl. Why this it is, when Men are rul'd by Women
'Tis not the King that fends you to the Tower;
My Lady Gray his Wife, Clarence, 'tis fhe,
That tempts him to this harsh Extremity.
Was is not fhe, and that good Man of Worship,
Anthony Woodvil her Brother there,

That made him fend Lord Haftings to the Tower?
From whence this Day he is delivered.

We are not safe, Clarence we are not fafe.

Clar. By Heaven, I think there is no Man secure
But the Queen's Kindred, and Night-walking Heralds,
That trudge betwixt the King and Mistress Shore.
Heard you not what an humble Suppliant
Lord Haftings was for his delivery?

Glo. Humbly complaining to her Deity,
Lord Chamberlain his Liberty.

Got my

I'll tell you 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'erworn Widow, and her felf,
Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen,
Are mighty Goffips in our Monarchy.

Brak. I befeech your Graces both to pardon me,
His Majefty hath ftraightly given in charge,
That no Man fhall have private Conference,
Of what degree foever, with your Brother.

Glo. Even fo, and please your worship, Brakenbury'

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