SCENE I.-Coventry.
Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of
Coventry, two Messengers, and Others.

War. Where is the post, that came from valiant Ox-
ford?

How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague? -
Where is the post that came from Montague?
2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE.

Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,
kneel down!

Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
And do expect him here some two hours hence.

[Drum heard. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; The drum, your honour hears, marcheth from Warwiek.

K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide
thy friend!

This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:
Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.
War. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford comes!
Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd for

friends.

Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces, marching.

K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle! Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?

[Oxford and his forces enter the city.
Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too!
K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs:
Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,
Will issue out again, and bid us battle:
If not, the city being of small defence,
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours.
Mon. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?-
Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Confess, who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?
Call Warwick patron, and be penitent,
And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.

[He and his forces enter the city.
Glo.Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason,
Even with the dearest blood, your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory;
My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours.
Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

[He and his forces enter the city.
Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,
Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours.
War. And lo,where George of Clarence sweeps along,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
More than the nature of a brother's love;-
Come, Clarence, come! thou wilt, if Warwick calls.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
Taking the red rose out of his cap.
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother, and his lawful king?
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:

Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the To keep that oath, were more impiety
king;

Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
Glo, Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;
I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's
gift.

War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,
What is the body, when the head is off?

--

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.

Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made,
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.-
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more
belov'd,

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate!
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence! this is brother-like.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town,
and fight?

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

[Exit.

War. Ah, who is nigh? cometo me, friend, or foe,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick?
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
That I must yield my body to the earth,
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept;
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black
veil,

Have been as piercing, as the mid-day sun,
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 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!

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious sun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed:

I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,
And blow it to the source, from whence it came:
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong,
And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd,
Her faction will be full as strong, as ours!
K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends,
That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
We, having now the best at Barnet field,
Will thither strait, for willingness rids way:
And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
In every county, as we go along. -
Strike up the drum, cry Courage! and away!
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury.
March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD,
SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail
their loss,

But cheerly seek, how to redress their harms.
What, though the mast be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood,
Yet lives our pilot still: is't meet, that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

And give more strength to that, which hath too much;
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have sav'd?

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Ah, what a shame! ah! what a fault were this!
And, live we how we ean, yet die we must.

Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.

Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou, as we are, We might recover all our loss again!

The queen from France hath brought a puissant

power;

Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
War. Why, then I would not fly. - Ah, Montague,
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,
And with thy lips keep in my soul a while!
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glews my lips, and will not let me speak.
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last;
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,
And said: Commend me to my valiant brother!
And more he would have said; and more he spoke,
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last,
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan:
0, farewell, Warwick!

War, Sweet rest to his soul!-
Fly, lords, and save yourselves! for Warwick bids
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies.
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body.

SCENE III. - Another part of the field.
Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward

course,

Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our top-mast; what of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
We will not from the helm, to sit and weep,
But keep our course, though the rough winds say no,
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea?
What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this, as doubting any here:
For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away betimes,

Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as God forbid!
Let him depart, before we need his help.
Oxf. Women and children of no high a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee; long may'st thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories!

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at!
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset;
thanks!

sweet Oxford,

Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing

else.

Enter a Messenger.

Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou,
Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to!
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat,
And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster!
Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night;
His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold!
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookback
rather.

K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue!

Mess. Prepare you, lords! for Edward is at hand, Lascivious Edward,-
Ready to fight. Therefore be resolute!

Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy,
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.

Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward

ness.

Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

K. Edw, Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny
wood,

Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength,
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

I need not add more fuel to your fire;
For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out!
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I

should say,

My tears gainsay; for every word, I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,

His realm a slaughterhouse, 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!

-

Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful:
and thou perjur'd George,-
And thou mis-shapen Dick,-- I tell ye all,
I am your better, traitors as ye are!-
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.

[Exeunt both Armies. SCENE V. Another part of the same. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and forces; with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight!
For Somerset, off with his guilty head!

Go, bear them hence! I will not hear them speak.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded.
Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world,
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

--

[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony!

[Glo. stabs him,

Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Clar, stabs him.

[Offers to kill her.

K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother!
I'll hence to London, on a serious matter.
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news!
Clar. What? what?

K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that, who finds
Edward,

Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD.
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him
speak!

may

Glo. The Tower, the Tower!
[Exit.
Q.Mar.O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
Canst thou not speak! O traitors! murderers!-
They, that stabb'd Caesar, shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse, than murderer, that I
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak:-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have not children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse.
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth, to have him so cut off,
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince!
K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce!
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me
here;

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
And all the trouble, thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Spe ak, like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;

Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince!
[Exit, led out forcibly.
K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence! discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
And see our gentle queen, how well she fares!
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-London. A room in the Tower. King HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say rather;

'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better:
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves! we must confer.
[Exit Lieutenant.
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf:
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.-
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an oflicer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush:
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye,

Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and

kill'd.

Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl?
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
K. Hen. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy,
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that tragic history. -

But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
If murdering innocents be executing,

Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.

Glo. I'll hear no more. -Die, prophet, in thy
speech!
[Stabs him.
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.
Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground? I thought, it would have mounted.
See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
O, may such purple tears be always shed
From those that wish the downfal of our house!
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell! and say I sent thee thither,
[Stabs him again.

-

I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say,
I came into the world with my legs forward:
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd and the women cried:
O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
And so I was; which plainly signified-
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother:
And this word love, which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me! I am myself alone. -
Clarence, beware! thou keep'st me from the light;
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;,
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

[Exit.

SCENE VII. The same. A room in the palace.
King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne;
Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE,
GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Others, near him,

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions:

K. Hen. Had'st thou been kill'd, when first thou Two Cliffords, as the father and the son:

didst presume,

fate,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
And many an oldman's sigh, and many a widow's
And many an orphan's water-standing eye, -
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands'
And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Shall rue the hour, that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discord 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 cam'st to bite the world:
And, if the rest be true, which I have heard,
Thou cam'st-

And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon-
tague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble, when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security. -
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy!
Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace,
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break
my back:-
Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute.
[Aside
K.Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely queen!
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both!

King EDWARD the Fourth.
EDWARD, prince of WALES, af-
terwards King EDWARD V.
RICHARD, duke of YORK.
GEORGE, duke of CLARENCE,
RICHARD, duke of GLOSTER,
afterwards K. RICHARD III.
A young Son of CLARENCE.

brothers to the
King.

Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN,
Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF.

sons to the King. Sir WILLIAM 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.

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.

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, etc.

Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our Иouse,
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 chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim visag'd war hath 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 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

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Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes.
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY,
Brother, good day! What means this armed guard,
That waits upon your grace?

Clar. His majesty,

Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Glo. Upon what cause?

Clar. Because my name is-George.

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;