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King EDWARD THE FOURTH.
to the Edward V. Richard, duke of York,
S king. GEORGE, duke of Clarence,
2 brothers to the Richard, duke of Gloster , afterwards King}
ELIZABETH, queen of King Edward IV.
and Gloster. LADY Anne, widow of Edward prince of Wales, son to King
Henry VI.; afterwards married to the duke of Gloster.
Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts,
LIFE AND DEATH
KING RICHARD III,
London. A street.
Glos. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'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 changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled
And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
i.i. e. Nature that puts together things of a dissimilar kind, as a brave soul and a deformed body.'-Warburton.
Preparations for mischief.
About a prophecy, which says, that G
Enter CLARENCE guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day. What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace ? Cla.
Glos. Upon what cause ?
Because my name is–George.
shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what 's the matter, Clarence ? may I know?
Cla. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not: but, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams, And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says, a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be ; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have moved his highness to commit me now.
Glos. Why, this it is, when men are ruled by
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower ;
Cla. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
Glos. Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what,— I think, it is our way, If we will keep in favor with the king, To be her men, and wear her livery. The jealous o'erworn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
Bra. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge, That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with his brother. Glos. Even so ? an please your worship, Braken
bury, You may partake of any thing we say:
· The queen and mistress Shore.