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  • Title: Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • Editor: Adrian Kiernander

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Adrian Kiernander
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    Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)

    of Richard the third.
    His curses then from bitternes of soule
    Denounst, against thee, are all fallen vpon thee,
    650And God, not we, hath plagde thy bloudy deede.
    Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent.
    Hast. O twas the foulest deede to slaie that babe,
    And the most mercilesse that euer was heard of.
    Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported.
    655Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it.
    Buch. Northumberland then present wept to see it.
    Qu. M. What? were you snarling all before I came,
    Ready to catch each other by the throat,
    And turne you all your hatred now on me?
    660Did Yorkes dread curse preuaile so much with heauen,
    That Henries death my louely Edwards death,
    Their kingdomes losse, my wofull banishment,
    Could all but answere for that peeuish brat?
    Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heauen?
    665Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke curses:
    If not, by war, by surfet die your King,
    As ours by murder to make him a King.
    Edward thy sonne which now is Prince of Wales,
    For Edward my sonne which was Prince of Wales,
    670Die in his youth by like vntimely violence,
    Thy selfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,
    Outliue thy glory like my wretched selfe:
    Long maiest thou liue to waile thy childrens losse,
    And see another as I see thee now
    675Deckt in thy rights, as thou art stald in mine:
    Long die thy happy daies before thy death,
    And after many lengthened houres of griefe,
    Die neither mother, wife, nor Englands Queene:
    Riuers and Dorset you were standers by,
    680And so wast thou Lo: Hastings when my sonne
    Was stabd with bloudy daggers, god I pray him,
    That none of you may liue your naturall age,
    But by some vnlookt accident cut off.
    Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag.
    685Q M. And leaue out the stay dog for thou shalt hear me