say the truth, so Judas kist his master,

Το

And cried all haile, when as he meant all harme.
King. Now am I seated as my soule delights,
Having my Countries peace, and Brothers loves.

Cla. What will your Grace have done with Margaret,
Reynard her Father, to the King of France

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,

And hither have they sent it for her ransome.

King. Away with her, and waft her hence to France:
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately Triumphes, mirthfull Comicke shewes,
Such as befits the pleasure of the Court.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, farwell sowre annoy,
For heere I hope begins our lasting joy.

Exeunt omnes.

The Tragedy of Richard the Third:

with the Landing of Earle Richmond, and

the Battell of Bosworth Field.

Actus Primus. Scana Prima.

Enter Richard Duke of Gloster, solus.

Ow is the Winter of our Discontent,

Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke :
And all the clouds that lowr'd upon our house
In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried.
Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes,
Our bruised armes hung up for Monuments;
Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings;
Our dreadfull Marches to delightfull Measures.

Grim-visag'd Warre, hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front:
And now, in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds,

To fright the Soules of fearfull Adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a Lute.

But I, that am not shap'd for sportive trickes,
Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse:
I, that am Rudely stampt, and want loves Majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph:
I, that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion,
Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature,