To search the secret treasons of the world :
The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres:

For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory's smear'd in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me; and of all my lands,
Is nothing left me but my body's length.
Queen Margaret's Speech before the Battle of
Tewksbury.

Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say,
My tears gainsay for every word I speak,
You see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Therefore, no more but this :-Henry your sove-
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, [reign
His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ;
And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
You fight in justice: then in God's name, lords,
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

Omens on the Birth of Richard III.

The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, a boding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down
The raven rook'd+ her on the chimney's top,[trees.
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope;
To wit, an indigest deformed lump.

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
To signify thou camest to bite the world.

* Unsay, deny.

To rook signified to squat down or lodge on any thing.

KING RICHARD III.

ACT I.

The Duke of Gloster on his own Deformity.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums, changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.*
Grim-visaged war has 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 shaped 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,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so 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 pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity;
And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well spoken days,-
I am determined to prove a villian,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Gloster's Love for Lady Anne.

Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,

Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops:
These eyes which never shed remorseful* tear,-
Not, when my father York and Edward wept,
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him:
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Told the sad story of my father's death;
And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
Like trees bedash'd with rain; in that sad time
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weep-
I never sued to friend nor enemy;
[ing.
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing words;
But now thy beauty is proposed my fee, [speak.
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to
Gloster's praises of his own Person after his suc-
cessful Address.

My dukedom to a beggarly denier,+
I do mistake my person all this while;
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass:
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body :
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.

Queen Margaret's Execrations on Gloster.
The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul !
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be while some tormenting dream
† A small French coin.

* Pitiful.

Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils;
Thou elvish-mark'd abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that was seal'd in thy nativity
The slave of nature, and the son of hell!
Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!
Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins!
Thou rag of honour thou detested-
High Birth.

I was born so high,

Our aiery* buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.
Gloster's Hypocrisy.

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil :
And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends stolen forth of Holy Writ;
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
Clarence's Dream.

What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me.

Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy:

And, in my company, my brother Gloster;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

[land,

Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward Eng-
And cited up a thousand heavy times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster,
That had befallen us. As we paced along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.

O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!

* N.st.

What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon :
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon these secrets of the deep.

Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air.
But smother'd it within my panting bulk,*
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
O, then began the tempest to my soul;

I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

The first that did there greet my stranger soul
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick,
Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?'
And so he vanish'd. Then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud,
'Clarence is come,-false, fleeting, perjur'd Cla-

rence,

* Body.