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Buck. The mayor is here at hand: intends some | And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;

True ornaments to know a holy man.
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit : Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
And look you, get a prayer-book in your hand, Lend favourable ear to our requests;
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord; And pardon us the interruption
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal.
And be not easily won to our requests.

Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology ;
Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, I rather do beseech you pardon me,
As I can say nay to thee for myself,

Who, earnest in the service of my God, No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.

Neglect the visitation of my friends. Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor Bu’, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? knocks. [Exit GLOSTER. Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth Heaven

above, Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here; Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, I think the duke will not be spoke withal.

That seems disgracious in the city's eye ;

And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. Enter, from the Castle, Catesby.

Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request ?

your grace, Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, On our entreaties to amend your fault ! To visit him to-morrow, or next day :

Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian land? He is within, with two right reverend fathers, Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign Divinely bent to meditation ;.

The supreme seat, the throne majestical, And in no worldly suit would he mov'd,

The scepter'd office of your ancestors,
To draw him from his holy exercise.

Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke: The lineal glory of your royal house,
Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen,

To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,

Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, No less importing than our general good,

(Which here we waken to our country's good,) Are come to have some conference with his grace.

The noble isle doth want her proper limbs ; Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.

Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,

(Exit. Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an

And almost shoulder'd 5 in the swallowing gulf Edward !

Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. He is not lolling on a wanton bed,

Which to recure , we heartily solicit But on his knees at meditation;

Your gracious self to take on you the charge Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,

And kingly government of this your land: But meditating with two deep divines ;

Not as protector, steward, substitute, Not sleeping, to engross 4 his idle body,

Or lowly factor for another's gain : But praying, to enrich his watchful soul :

But as successively, from blood to blood, Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Your right of birth, your empery 7, your own. Take on himself the sovereignty thereof :

For this, consorted with the citizens,
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. Your very worshipful and loving friends,
May. Marry, Heaven forbid, his grace should say And by their vehement instigation,
us nay!

In this just suit come I to move your grace. Buck. I fear, he will ; Here Catesby comes Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, again;

Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Re-enter CATESBY.

Best fitteth my degree, or your condition :

If, not to answer, — you might haply think, Now, Catesby, what says his grace?

Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty, Such troops of citizens to come to him ;

Which fondly you would here impose on me; His grace not being warn’d thereof before,

If to reprove you for this suit of yours, He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. So season'd with your faithful love to me,

Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. Suspect me, that I mean no good to him :

Therefore — to speak, and to avoid the first; By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; And, then in speaking, not to incur the last, – And so once more return and tell his grace. Definitively thus I answer you. (Exit CATESBY. Your love deserves my

desert When holy and devout religious men

Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; First, if all obstacles were cut away,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

And that my path were even to the crown,
Enter GLOSTER, in a Gallery above, between two Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
Bishops. CATESBY returns.

So mighty, and so many my defects, May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two That I would rather hide me from my greatness, clergymen!

Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, To stay him from the fall of vanity:

And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. 3 Pretend.

4 Fatten,
5 Thrust into. 6 Recover.

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but my

But, Heaven be thank'd, there is no need of me; As well we know your tenderness of heart, (And much I need 8 to help you, if need were ;) And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse!, The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

Which we have noted in you to your kindred, Which mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, And equally, indeed, to all estates, Will well become the seat of majesty,

Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. Your brother's son shall never reign our king; On bim I lay what you would lay on me,

But we will plant some other in your throne, The right and fortune of his happy stars,

To the disgrace and downfall of your house. Which, God defend, that I should wring from him! And, in this resolution, here we leave you ; Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. grace ;

[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens. But the respects thereof are nice 9 and trivial, Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their All circumstances well considered.

suit ; You say, that Edward is your brother's son; If you deny them, all the land will rue it. So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :

Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares ? For first he was contract to lady Lucy,

Well, call them again ; I am not made of stone, Your mother lives a witness to his vow;

But penetrable to your kind entreaties, And afterwards by substitute betroth'd

[Erit CATESBY. To Bona, sister to the king of France.

Albeit against my conscience and my soul. — These both put by, a poor petitioner, A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,

Cousin of Buckingham, — and sage, grave men, — Even in the afternoon of her best days,

Since you will buckle fortune on my back, Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts I must have patience to endure the load : To base declension and loath'd bigamy :

But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got

Attend the sequel of your imposition,
This Edward, whom our manners call — the prince. Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
More bitterly could I expostulate,

From all the impure blots and stains thereof; Save that, for reverence to some alive,

For Heaven best knows, and you may partly see, I give a sparing limit to my tongue ;

How far I am from the desire of this. Then, good my lord, take to your royal self

May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will This proffer'd benefit of dignity : If not to bless us and the land withal,

Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry

Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title, From the corruption of abusing time,

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! Unto a lineal true-derived course.

All. Amen. May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you. Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. Glo. Even when you please, since you will have Cate. O make them joyful, grant their lawful suit.

Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me? Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; I am unfit for state and majesty :

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. I do beseech you, take it not amiss ;

Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again : I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.

[To the Bishops. Buck. If you refuse it, - as in love and zeal, Farewell, good cousin ; — farewell, gentle friends. Loath to depose the child, your brother's son ;


say it.

it so.


SCENE I. Before the Tower. Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

To gratulate the gentle princes there. Enter, on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, Duchess of Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all toYork, and MARQUIS OF DORSET; on the other,

gether : Anne, Duchess of Gloster, leading Lady Marga

Enter BRAKENBURY. RET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE's young Daughter. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.

Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, Duck. Who meets us here—my niece Plantagenet How doth the prince, and my young son of York? Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster ?

Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience, Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower,

I may not suffer you to visit them; On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince. —

The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
Daughter, well met.

Q. Elis. The king! who's that?
Heaven give your graces both


I mean the lord protector. A happy and a joyful time of day!

Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither

title! away?

Hath he set bounds between their love, and me? Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?

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Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. For never yet one hour in his bed Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, mother :

But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Then bring me to their sights ; I'll bear thy blame, Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And take thy office from thee, on thy peril. And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; 1 pity thy complaining. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me, Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for [Exit BRAKENBURY.


Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Enter STANLEY.

Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,

guide thee !

(To Dorser. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster.

[To ANNE, [To the Duchess OF GLOSTER. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.


[T. Q. ELIZABETH. Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!

I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.

Anne. Despiteful tidings ! O unpleasing news! Q. Eliz. Stay yet : look back, with me, unto the Dor. Be of good cheer : Mother, how fares your


Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone, Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Rough cradle for such little pretty ones ! Thy mother's name is ominous to children: Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, For tender princes, use my babies well! And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. (Ereunt. Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead;

SCENE II. - A Room of State in the Palace. And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King, upon his Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, others. madam :

K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of BuckingTake all the swift advantage of the hours;

ham, You shall have letters from me to my son

Buck. My gracious sovereign. In your behalf, to meet you on the way:

K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

advice, Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!

And thy assistance, is king Richard seated : O my accursed womb, the bed of death;

But shall we wear these glories for a day? A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,

Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Whose unavoided eye is murderous !

Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last ! Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was

K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the sent.

touch, Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.

To try if thou be current gold, in leed : O, would to heaven that the inclusive verge

Young Edward lives; Think now what I would Of golden metal, that must round my brow,

speak. Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain !

Buck. Say on, my loving lord. Anointed let me be with deadly venom ;

K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king. And die, ere men can say — God save the queen!

Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;

K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

lives. Anne. No! why?— When he, that is my husband

Buck. True, noble prince. now,

K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;

That Edward still should live,—true, noble prince! When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull : hands,

Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And I would have it suddenly perform’d. And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd ; What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. 0, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,

Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure, This was my wish, — Be thou, quoth I, accursid,

K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness For making me so young, so old a widow !

freezes : And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed ;

Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die ? And be thy wife (if any be so mad)

Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, More miserable by the life of thee,

dear lord, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!

Before I positively speak in this: Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,

I will resolve your grace immediately, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart

[Exit BUCKINGHAM. Grossly grew captive to his honey words,

Cate. The king is angry ; see, he gnaws his lip. And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse :

[ Aside. Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest;

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K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools,

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. [Descends from his Throne.

Buck. My lord, I have considered in my mind And unrespective 4 boys: none are for me,

The late demand that you did sound me in. That look into me with considerate eyes ;

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.

Richmond. Boy,

Buck. I hear the news, my lord. Page. My lord.

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son :- - Well, K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting

look to it. gold

Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by Would tempt unto a close exploit 5 of death ?

promise, Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind : The earldom of Hereford, and the movables,

For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; Gold were as good as twenty orators,

Which you have promised I shall possess. And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey K. Rich. What is his name?

Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
His name, my lord, is — Tyrrel.

Buck. What says your highness to my just reK. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him

quest? hither, boy.

[Erit Page.

K. Rich. I do remember me, Henry the sixth The deep-revolving witty 6 Buckingham

Did prophecy, that Richmond should be king, No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels :

When Richmond was a little peevish 9 boy. Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,

A king!— perhaps
And stops he now for breath ? - well, be it so. -

Buck. My lord,

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at

that time, lord Stanley? what's the news Stan.

Know, my loving lord, Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him ? The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,

K. Rich. Richmond ! - When last I was To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad,

Exeter, That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick;

The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle, I will take order for her keeping close.

And call'd it – Rouge-mont: at which name, I

Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence's daughter: Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him. -

I should not live long after I saw Richmond. Look, how thou dream'st!- I say again, give out,

Buck. My lord,

K. Rich. That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die:

Ay, what's o'clock ? About it; for it stands me much upon 7,


I am thus bold To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me. - To put your

grace in mind of what you promis'd me. (Exit CATESBY.

K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock? I must be married to my brother's daughter,


Upon the stroke Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass : Murder her brothers, and then marry her!

K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Buck. Uncertain way of gain! But I am in

Why, let it strike ? So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.

K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack', thou keep'st

the stroke Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.
Is thy name Tyrrel ?

Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no. Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. X. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?

[Exeunt King RICHARD and Train. Tyr.

Prove me, my gracious lord. Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of With such contempt? made I him king for this? mine?

0, let me think on Hastings; and begone Tyr. Please you ; but I had rather kill two ene- To Brecknock ?, while my fearful head is on. [Erit.

mies. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep ene

SCENE III. — The same.
mies !

Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deal 8 upon ;

Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. The

most arch deed of piteous massacre, Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, That ever yet this land was guilty of. And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come To do this piece of ruthless butchery, hither, Tyrrel;

Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Go, by this token: - Rise, and lend thine ear : Melting with tenderness and inild compassion,


Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. There is no more but so: - - Say, it is done, O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

9 Foolish. Tyr. I will despatch it straight.

Of ten.

1 A Jack of the clock-house is an image like those at St. [Erit.

Dunstan's church in Fleet-street, and was then a common * Inconsiderate. 5 Secret act.

6 Cunning.

appendage to clocks. 7 It is of great consequence to my designs.

2 His castle in Wales.


close ;

Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another, To watch the waning of mine enemies.
Within their alabaster innocent arms :

A dire induction am I witness to,
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,

And will to France ; hoping the consequence Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other, Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. A book of prayers on their pillow lay,

Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind,

here? But, 0, the devil - there the villain stopp'd;

Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF When Dighton thus told on, - we smothered

YORK. The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,

babes! They could not speak; and so I left them both, My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! To bear these tidings to the bloody king.

If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,

And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,

Hover about me with your airy wings,
And here he comes :— all health, my sovereign lord! And hear your mother's lamentation?
K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel ! am I happy in thy news ?

Q. Mar. Hover about her ; say, that right for right Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Hath dimm’d your infant morn to aged night. Beget your happiness, be happy then,

Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, For it is done.

That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute, K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ?

Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead ? Tyr. I did, my lord.

Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet. K. Rich.

And buried, gentle Tyrrel? | Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried

Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living them;

ghost, But where, to say the truth, I do not know.

Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due, by life K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, Brief abstract and record of tedious days,

usurp'd, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good,

Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, And be inheritor of thy desire.

(Sitting down. Farewell, till then.

Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood ! Tyr. I humbly take my leave. (Exit.

Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd up As thou canst yield a melancholy seat ;

grave, His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;

Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here! The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,

Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we? And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.

[Sitting down by her. Now, for I know the Bretagnes Richmond aims

Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,

Give mine the benefit of seniory 5, And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown,

And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. To her go I, a jolly thriving woer,

If sorrow can admit society,

(Sitting down with them. Enter CATESBY.

Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine: Cate. My lord,

I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him ; K. Rich. Good news, or bad, that thou com'st in I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him : so bluntly?

Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him ; Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton 4 is fled to

Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Richmond;

Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.

him ; Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. X. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more

Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard

kill'd him. near, Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.

From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Come, – I have learn'd, that fearful commenting

A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death : Is leaden servitor to dull delay;

That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:

To worry laibs, and lap their gentle blood; Then fiery expedition be my wing,

That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls, Go, muster men: My counsel is my shield;

Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves. We must be brief, when traitors brave the field.

O upright, just, and trué-disposing God, (Exeunt.

How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur

Preys on the issue of his mother's body, SCENE IV. — Before the Palace. And makes her pew-fellow 6 with others' moan !

Duch. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes; Enter QUEEN MARGARET.

Heaven witness with me, I have wept for thine. R. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, Q. Mar. Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge, And drop into the rotten mouth of death.

And now I cloy me with beholding it. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d,

Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward ; 3 The country in which Richmond had taken refuge.

Thy other Edward dead to quit my Edward ; * Bishop of Ely.

6 Seniority.

8 Companion.

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