Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶Yor. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:
¶Vnckle, my brother mockes both you and me,
¶Because that I am little like an Ape,
¶To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle:
¶He pretely and aptly taunts himselfe,
¶So cunning and so young is wonderfull.
¶Will to your mother, to entreate of her,
¶To meete you at the tower, and welcome you.
¶Yor. What will you go vnto the tower my Lo?
¶My Granam tolde me he was murdred there.
1730Pri. I feare no Vnckles dead.
¶Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope.
¶Pri And if they liue, I hope I neede not feare:
¶But come my Lo: with a heauy heart
¶Thinking on them, go I vnto the tower.
¶Buc. Thinke you my Lo: this little prating Yorke,
1740Glo. No doubt, no doubt, Oh tis a perillous boy,
¶Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable,
¶He is all the mothers, from the top to toe.
¶Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,
1745As closely to conceale what we impart.
¶To make William Lo: Hastings of our minde,
¶For the instalement of this noble Duke,
1750In the seate royall of this famous Ile?
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