The Tragedie of Richard D. of
¶Thus haue we
swept
su
spition from our
seat,
3185And made our foot
stoole of
securitie.
¶Come hither
Besse, and let me ki
sse my boie,
¶Young
Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my
selfe,
¶Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,
¶Marcht all a foote in
summers
skalding heat,
3190That thou might
st repo
sse
sse the crowne in peace,
¶And of our labours thou
shalt reape the gaine.
¶Glo. Ile bla
st his harue
st and your head were laid,
¶For yet I am not lookt on in the world.
¶This
shoulder was ordaind
so thicke to heaue,
3195And heaue it
shall
some waight or breake my backe,
¶Worke thou the waie, and thou
shalt execute.
¶Edward. Clarence and
Gloster, loue my louelie
Queene,
¶And ki
sse your princely nephew brothers both.
¶Cla. The dutie that
I owe vnto your, Maie
stie,
3200I
seale vpon the ro
siate lips of this
sweet babe.
¶Queen. Thankes noble
Clarence worthie brother
thankes.
¶Gloster. And that I loue the fruit from whence thou
¶Sprang
st, witne
sse the louing ki
sse I giue the child.
¶To
saie the truth
so
Iudas ki
st his mai
ster,
3205And
so he cride all haile, and meant all harme.
¶Edward. Nowe am
I seated as my
soule
delights,
¶Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues.
¶Cla. What will your grace haue done with
Margaret,
¶Ranard her father to the king of
France,
3210Hath pawnd the
Cyssels and
Ierusalem,
¶And hither haue they
sent it for her ran
some.
