Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶I see as in a mappe the ende of all.
¶How many of you haue mine eies beheld?
¶My husband lost his life to get the crowne,
¶Cleane ouerblowne themselues, the conquerours
¶And frantike outrage, ende thy damned spleene,
¶Or let me die to looke on death no more.
1560Dut. Ile go along with you.
¶Car. My gratious Lady go,
¶And thither beare your treasure and your goods,
¶For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace
¶As well I tender you and all of yours:
¶Come Ile conduct you to the sanctuary.
Exeunt.
¶
The Trumpets sound. Enter young Prince, the Dukes of Glo-
1570
cester, and Buckingham, Cardinall, &c.
1575The weary way hath made you melancholy.
¶Haue made it tedious, wearisome, and heauy:
¶I want more Vnckles here to welcome me.
¶Glo. Sweete Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeres,
1580Hath not yet diued into the worlds deceit:
¶Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes,
¶Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart:
¶Those Vnckles which you want, were dangerous,
1585Your Grace attended to their sugred words,
¶But lookt not on the poison of their hearts:
Prin.
