terwards K. Richard III A young Son of Clarence. Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards K. 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: Lord Hastings. Sir Thomas Vaughan. Sir James Blount. Sir Walter Herbert. Sir Robert Brakenbury, lieutenant of the Tower. 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. SCENE I-London. A Street. Enter Gloster. Gloster. OW is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; But I,-that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ;- And hate the idle pleasures of these days. This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; 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? Cla. His majesty, Tea dering my person's safety, hath appointed Glo. Upon what cause? Cla. Because my name is-George Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers:O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may 1 know? Cla. Yea Richard, when I know; for, I protest, 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, Ahd, for my name of George begins with G, Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by wo men: "Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower; Cla. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man:-We say, the king |