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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.
    Hast. Ile haue this crowne of mine, cut from my shoul-(ders
    Ere I will see the crowne so foule misplaste:
    But canst thou guesse that he doth aime at it.
    1845Cat. Vpon my life my Lo: and hopes to find you forward
    Vpon his party for the gaine thereof,
    And thereupon he sends you this good newes,
    That this same very day, your enemies,
    The kindred of the Queene must die at Pomfret.
    1850Hast. Indeede I am no mourner for that newes,
    Because they haue beene still mine enemies:
    But that Ile giue my voice on Richards side,
    To barre my Masters heires in true discent,
    God knowes I will not doe it to the death.
    1855Cat. God keepe your Lordship in that gratious minde.
    Hast. But I shall laugh at this a tweluemonth hence,
    That they who brought me in my Masters hate,
    I liue to looke vpon their tragedy:
    1860.1I tell thee Catesby. Cat. What my Lord?
    Hast. Ere a fortnight make me elder,
    1861.1Ile send some packing, that yet thinke not on it.
    Cat. Tis a vile thing to die my gratious Lord,
    When men are vnprepard and looke not for it.
    Hast. O Monstrous monstrous, and so fals it out
    1865With Riuers, Vaughan, Gray, and so twill doe
    With some men els, who thinke themselues as safe
    As thou, and I, who as thou knowest are deare
    To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
    Cat. The Princes both make high account of you,
    1870For they account his head vpon the bridge.
    Hast. I know they doe, and I haue well deserued it.
    Enter Lord Stanley.
    What my Lo: where is your boare-speare man?
    Feare you the boare and go so vnprouided?
    1875Stan. My Lo: good morrow: good morrow Catesby:
    You may iest on: but by the holy roode.
    I doe not like these seuerall councels I.
    Hast. My Lo: I hould my life as deare as you doe yours,
    And neuer in my life I doe protest,
    Was