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King Edward the Fourth. Edward, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Edward V.
Sons to the King: Richard, Duke of York, George, Duke of Clarence, Richard, Duke of Gloster, after Brothers to the King.
wards King Richard'Ill. A young Son of Clarence. Henry, Eurl 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 Surry, 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 Ratclift. 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. 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 Pur
suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.
SCENE I. LONDON. A Street.
Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York: And all the clouds, that lour'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 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. Bat 1,--that am not shap'd för sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that ain rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
1, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.
Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is George.
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not : But, as I can learn, He learkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruld by women :-
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
Glo. Humbly complaiving to her deity
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Brakenbury,