Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath despatch'd
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To the disposing of the cardinal:

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To consummate this business happily.

Phil. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd, For so he will'd it.

Phil.

Thither shall it then.

And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful services

And true subjection everlastingly.

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,

To rest without a spot for evermore.

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears.

Phil. O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.-
This England never did, (nor never shall,)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,

And we shall shock them; Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.

[Exeunt.

END OF KING JOHN.

KING RICHARD III.

King EDWARD the Fourth.

EDWARD, prince of Wales, afterwards

King Edward V.

RICHARD, duke of York,

GEORGE, duke of Clarence,

sons to the king.

RICHARD, duke of Gloster, afterwards>brothers to the king.

King RICHARD III.

A young Son of Clarence.

HENRY, earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.

Cardinal BOURCHIER, archbishop of Canterbury.

THOMAS ROTHERAM, archbishop of York; JOHN MORTON, bishop of Ely.

Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

Duke of NORFOLK: Earl of SURREY, his son.

Earl RIVERS, brother to King Edward's queen:

Marquis of DORSET, and Lord GREY, her sons.

Earl of OXFORD. Lord HASTINGS. Lord STANLEY. Lord LoveL.
Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN. Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF.

Sir WILDIAM CATESBY. Sir JAMES TYRREL.
Sir JAMES BLOUNT. Sir WALTER HERBERT.
Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, lieutenant of the Tower.
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. Another Priest.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire.
ELIZABETH, queen of King Edward IV.
MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI.

Duchess of YORK, mother to King Edward IV., Clarence, and
Gloster.

Lady ANNE, widow of Edward, prince of Wales, son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to the duke of Gloster.

A young Daughter of Clarence.

Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

SCENE-England.

Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun' of York;
And all the clouds, that lowr'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-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;

This tragedy, though it is called the life and death of this prince, comprises at most but the last eight years of his time, for it opens with George, duke of Clarence, being shut up in the Tower, which happened in the beginning of the year 1477, and closes with the death of Richard at Bosworth-field, which battle was fought in the year 1485.-MALONE.

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Alluding to the cognizance of Edward IV., which was a sun, in memory of the three suns which are said to have appeared at the battle which he gained over the Lancastrians at Mortimer's Cross.-STEEVENS.

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 shap'd 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 villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,+
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other :
And, if king Edward be as true and just,
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
About a prophecy, which says-that G

Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes.

feature, for beauty.

That puts together things of a dissimilar kind, as a brave soul and a deformed body.

? Perhaps we might read,

And bate the idle pleasures.-JOHNSON.

↑ i. e. preparations for mischief.