Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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of Richard the third.
¶A shadow like an angell in bright haire,
890Dabled in bloud, and he squakt out alowd,
¶Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periurd Clarence,
¶That stabd me in the field by Teuxbery:
¶Seaze on him furies, take him to your torments,
¶With that me thoughts a legion of foule fiends
895Enuirond me about, and howled in mine eares
¶Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
¶Could not beleeue but that I was in hell,
900Bro. No marueile my Lo: though it affrighted you,
¶I promise you, I am afraid to heare you tell it.
¶I pray thee gentle keeper stay by me,
¶Makes the night morning, and the noonetide night,
915Princes haue but their titles for their glories,
¶An outward honour, for an inward toile,
¶And for vnfelt imagination,
¶So that betwixt their titles and lowe names,
920Theres nothing differs but the outward fame.
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The murtherers enter.
¶In Gods name what are you, and how came you hither?
¶Shew him our commission, talke no more.
He readeth it.
930Bro. I am in this commanded to deliuer
¶The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands,
¶I will not reason what is meant hereby,
¶Because I wilbe guiltles of the meaning:
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