Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham,
1190If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs.
¶Of you Lo: Riuers, and Lord Gray of you,
¶That all without desert haue frownd on me,
¶Dukes, Earles, Lords, gentlemen, indeed of all:
1195I doe not know that English man aliue,
¶With whom my soule is any iotte at oddes,
¶More then the infant that is borne to night:
¶I thanke my God for my humility.
1200I would to God all strifes were well compounded,
¶To take our brother Clarence to your Grace.
¶Glo. Why Madame, haue I offred loue for this,
1205Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead,
¶Ryu. Who knowes not he is dead? who knowes he is?
¶But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes.
1215And that a wingled Mercury did beare,
¶Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund,
¶That came too lag to see him buried:
¶Neerer in bloudy thoughts, but not in blond:
Enter Darby.
¶Who slew to day a riotous gentleman,
¶Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.
Kin. Haue
