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LIFE AND DEATH

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KING RICHARD ZZZ.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

IN this very popular tragedy, there i> another specimen of historical jumble, and poetical license. The $ettn4 scene commences with the funeral of Henry VI. wh.-» it said to have been murdered In May, 1471, whilst tha imprisonment of Clarence, which did not take place ti'l 1478, ii represented in tkejirtt. Thus the real length of lime comprised la this drams, (dating from the former event) is fourteen years; aa it concludes with the death of Richard, at Bosworth Field, in August, 1*85. With respect to Richard's character, though grerll/ blackened by Lancastcriaa historians, ha was certainly one of the most odious tyrants that e»er obtained possession of a throne. Yet It appears from some acreuuts still preserved In the Exchequer, th it King Henry lived twenty-two days after the time assigned for his pretended assassination ; that his body lay in state at St. Faul't, and that it was afterwards interred at Cbertscy, with much solemnity. Shskspeare has made the usurper deformed in figure, as well as in mini; though popular detestation had probably aggravated ta* trm~ ditionary story of his bodily defects. In this drams, the cveuts appear admirably connected with, and consequential to, each other i the characters and iticidenta are natural t the sentiment and language free from bombast. Hut Mai one and Dr. Johnson consider it as popular beyond its merits; with "some parts trifling, others shocking, and soma improbable iM whilst Stevens msintaius, that above all others the tragedy of Richard must command approbation, as it is indefinitely variegated, and comprehends evrry aperies of character—** the hero, the lover, the statesman, the buffoon, the hypocrite, and the hardened or repentant sinner." Its present success in representation, is, bo«ever, chiefly attributable to the admirable alterations of Colly Ctbbcr, which evince a very extensive and settled knowledge of stage effect, and by which r. forumtions the mare valuable parts of the piece, rnuld alone have attained their present effect and consequence. Shakepeare probably formed the play in 15911 though he is not supposed to have been indebted to any of the noma* rous existing compositions on the same subject.

, Brothers to
the King.

DRAMATIS

Kino Edward Trk Fourth.

Edward, Prince of Wales, after-} ~. „ .„ tttM wards King Edward V. * 1*%!'° tht

Richard, Duke of York. ) A,w**

Gxokgk, Duke of Clarence, 1

Richard, Duke of Gtoster, of- J teruards Ring Richard III. )

A young Sow of Clarence.

Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King
Henry VII.

Cardinal Bouchirr, Archbishop of Canter-
bury.

Thomas Rotheram, Archbishop of York.
John Morton, Bishop of Ely.
Dure Of Buckingham.

Duke Of Norfolk: Earl Of Surrey;, his
Son.

Earl Rivers, Brother to King Edward's
Queen.

MAFtyi is Of Dorsxt, and Lord Gret, her
Sons.

Earl Of Oxford.—Lord Hastings.-Loud
Stanley, Lord Lotel.

PERSONA.

Sir Thomas Vaucham.—Sir Richard Rat

CLIFF.

Sir William Catksbt.—Sir James Tyrel.
Sir James Blount.—Sir Walter Herbert.
Sir Robert Brakcnburt, Lieutenant of the
Tower.

Christopher Urswick, a Priest.—Another
Priest.

Lord Mayor Of London.—Sheriff Of
Wiltshire.

Elixareth, Queen of King Edward IV.

Margaret, Queen 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.

ACT I.

SCEXE I.—London.—A Street.
Enter Gloster.
Glo. Now is the winter of onr dlseomtnt
Hidfl gloriutis slimmer hy this sun ot 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 mo.iumeuts;
Our stern alarums cbaug'd to men; mcetbap;

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Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak!

The most arch deed of piteous massacre, Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?

That ever yet this land was guilty of. Who sent you hitherf wherefore do you come?

Act I. Scene IV.

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Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, Htut. Come, bear metothebkwk, bear him myhead;

And call us orphans, wretches, cast-aways, They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.
If that our noble father be alive? Act III. Scene IV.

Act II. Scene II.

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Tbat

Our dreadful inarches to delightful measurei. *
Grim vlsag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled
front:

And now,—instead of mounting barbed t steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber.
To the lascivious pleasing of a tute.
But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
1 tbat am rudely stauip'd, and waut love's ma-
jesty,

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
1, 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 Umely and unfashionable.
That dogs bark at tne, 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,—siuce 1 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 t dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dieatns.
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 murderers shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul I here Clarence
comes.

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Enter Clarence, guarded, and Brakem

BUHT.

good day; What meaus tbis armed
guard,
aits upon your grace?
Clar. His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, ha
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Gio. Upon what cause T
Clar. Because my name is—George.
Gto. Alack, my lord, tbat fault is none of
your's;

He should, for that, commit your godfathers :—
Oh! belike his majesty bath some intent,
That you shall be new christen'd in tbe Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence 1 may I know T
Clar, Yea, Richard, when I know; for 1 pro-
test,

As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
And says—a wizard told Mm, tbat by G
His issue disinherited should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought, tbat 1 am be:
These, as I learn, and sucb like toys§ as these,
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.
Gio. Why, tbis it is, when men are rul'd by
women :—

Ti* not the king, that sends you to the Tower;
My lady Grey, bis wife, Clarence, 'tin she.
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of wor-
ship,

Anthony Woodevllle, her brother there,
Tbat made hitn send lord Hastings to tbe
Tower;

From whence this present day he is deliver'd 1
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man
secure,

But the queen's kindred, and night walking
heralds

trudge betwixt tbe king and

Shore.

Heard you not, what an bumble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for bis delivery t
Gio, Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
I'll tell you what 1 think: it is our way.
If we will keep in favour with the king.
To be her men, and wear her livery;
The jealous o'er-woru widow, aud herself, •
Since that otir brother dubb'd them gentlewo-
men.

Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
Brak. 1 beseech your graces bulb to pardon
me;

His majesty bath straltly given in charge,
Tbat no man shall bave private conference.
Of what degree soever, with his brother.
Gio. Even so? an please your worship, Bi a-
kenbury.

You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man ;—We say, the king
Is wise, and virtuous ; and bis noble querti
Well struck in years ; fair, and not jealous.-
We say, tbat Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip,

A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
Aud tbe queen's kindred are made gentlefolks:
How say you, Sir T can )ou deny all this f
Brak. With this, my lord, myself bave i
to do.

Gio. Naught to do with mistress Shore t I tell
thee, fellow.
He that doth naught with her, excepting one.
Were best to do it secretly, alone.
Brak. What one, my lordt
Gio. Her husband, knave Would'st thou be-
tray met

Brak. 1 beseech your grace to pardon me , and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakeubury, and will obey.

Gto. We are tbe queen's abject*, t and must

obey.

Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
Aud whatsoever you will employ me in.
Were it, to call king Edward's widow—sister,.
I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood.
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Clar. 1 know it plea set li neither of us well.
Gio. Well, your imprisonment shall nut be
long;

I will deliver yon, or else lie for you:
Mean time, have patience.
Clar. I must perforce; farewell.

[Exeunt Clarence. Brakenbcrt, and
Guard.

Gio. Go, tread the path that tbou shall ne'er
return,

Simple, plain Clarence!—I do love thee so,
Tbat I will shortly send thy soul to heaven.
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes beret the new deliver'd f"
lugs?

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Enter Hastings. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord I

Gto. As much onto my good lord chamber-
lain!

Well are you welcome to this open air.
How bath your lordship brook'd imprisonment t
JIast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners
must:

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thank*,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Gio. No doubt, no doubt; aud so shall Cla-
rence too;

For they, that were your enemies, are bis,
Aud bave prevail'd as much on him as you.

• Tlie Qufen •ml Sbor*.
1 Lowcit ol »ulij*ct*.
Taken from Haul's to be interred there;
Aud, still as yon are weary of the weight.
Rest you, whiles I lament king Heury'i

Hast. More pity that Ibc eagle should be mew'd •

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad!
Hast. No news so bad abroad, aa ibis at
bome ;—

The king is sickly, weak, and melaucholy,
Aud his physicians fear him mightily.
67o. Now, by Saint Paul, Uiis news is bad
indeed.

Oh! he bath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consuin'd his royal person;
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
What, is he in his bed?
Hast. He is.

Glo. Go you before, aud I will follow yon.

[/'.:./ Hastinqs.

He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
Till George be pack'd with po^thorse up to
heaven,

I'll in, to urge liis hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well f> tee I'd with weighty arguments;
And, if 1 fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live;
Which done, God take king Edward to bis
mercy,

And leave the world for me to bustle in t
For tbeu 1*11 many Warwick's youngest
daughter:

What I though 1 kill'd her husband aud ber father,

The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is to become her husband, and her f.ither:
The which will I ; not all so much for love.
As for another secret close intent.
By marrying her, which 1 must reach unto.
But yet I run before ray horse to market:
Clarence stilt breathes: Edward still lives and
reigus;

When they are gone, (ben must I count my gains. [Exit.

corse.

[The bearers take up the corpse, and ad

Enter Cluster. Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, aud set it down.

Anne. What black magician conjures up this lieud.

To stop devoted charitable deeds T

Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Haul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.

CI,-. Uumauuer'd dog 1 stand thou when I command: Advance thy halbert higher than my breast. Or, by Saiut Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Aud spurn upon thee, beggar, lor tby bold* km

[The bearers set down the eo#in. Anne. What, do you tremble 1 are you all afraid t

Alas, I blame you not : for you are mortal.
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.—
Avaunt thou dieadful minister of bell I
Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,
His soul tbou canst uot have;"
gone.

SCENE ff.—The same*— Another Street.

Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in an open cojfin, Gentlemen bearing halberts to guard it j and Lady Anns as mourner.

Anne* Set down, set down your honourable load,

If honour may be shrouded In a hearse,
Whilst 1 a while obsequiously T lament
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.—
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king 1
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Tbou bloodless remnant of that royal blood I
Be It lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to tby elaughier'd son,
Stabb'd by the self-same band that, made these
wounds I

Lo, lu these windows that let forth thy life,
1 pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :—
Oh ! cursed be the baud that made these holes I
Cursed the heart, that bhd the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from
hence!

More direful hap betide that hated wretch.
That makes us wretched by the death of thee.
Than 1 can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creepiug veuom'd thing that lives!
If ever be have child, abortive be It,
Prodigious, aud untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly aud unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to bis uuhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,
Thau I am made by my youug lord
thee I—

Come, now, toward Chertsey with your load.

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Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so curst. Anne* Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, aud trouble us not; For tbou bast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries, aud deep eaclaims.

If tboa delight to view thy heinnns deeds.
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:
O gentlemen, see, see 1 dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths, I i 1 1

afreih I •—
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no **'
dwells;

Tby deed, inhuman and unnatural,
Provokes this deluge most unnatural—
O God, which this blood madest, revenge bis
death!

O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge bis

death 1

Either, heaven, with lightning strike the mtir derer dead,

Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As Hi <>ii do*t swallow up this good king'* blood,

Which his helt-govern'd ann hath butchered!

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charily, Which renders good for had, blessings curses.

Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God

nor man:

No beast 50 fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. But 1 know uone, aud tberefore am uo beast.

Anne* O wonderful, when devils tell the truth 1

Glo. More wonderful, when angels are -o

angry.—

Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these suppostd evils, to give me leave.
By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Ann,. Vouchsafe, difiWd infection of a man,
For these known evils, but to give me leave.
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

Glo. Fairer than tougue can name thee, let me have

Some patient leisure to excuse myself.

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