Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Adrian Kiernander
Peer Reviewed

Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)


The Tragedy
But I disdaind it, and did scorne to flie,
Three times to day, my footecloth horse did stumble,
And startled when he lookt vpon the tower,
As loath to beare me to the slaughterhouse.
2060Oh, now I want the Priest that spake to me,
I now repent I tolde the Pursiuant,
As twere triumphing at mine enemies:
How they at Pomfret bloudily were butcherd,
And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour:
2065Oh Margaret Margaret: now thy heauy curse,
Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched head.
Cat. Dispatch my Lo: the Duke would be at dinner:
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary state of worldly men,
2070Which we more hunt for, then the grace of heauen:
Who buildes his hopes in aire of your faire lookes,
Liues like a drunken sayler on a mast,
Ready with euery nod to tumble downe
Into the fatall bowels of the deepe.
Come leade me to the blocke, beare him my head,
2080They smile at me that shortly shalbe dead.
Exeunt.
Enter Duke of Glocester and Buckingham in armour.
Glo. Come Cosen, canst thou quake and change thy co-
Murther thy breath in middle of a word,
And then beginne againe, and stop againe,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror.
Buc. Tut feare not me.
2090I can counterfait the deepe Tragedian:
Speake, and looke backe, and prie on euery side:
Intending deepe suspition, gastly lookes
Are at my seruice like inforced smiles,
And both are ready in their offices
2095To grace my stratagems.
Enter Maior.
Glo. Here comes the Maior.
2097.1Buc. Let me alone to entertaine him. Lo: Maior,
2100Glo. Looke to the drawbridge there.
Buc. The reason we haue sent for you.
Glo. Catesby ouerlooke the wals.
Buck.