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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.
    No doubt weele bring it to a happie issue.
    Buck. You shal see what I can do, get you vp to the leads. Exit.
    2270Now my L. Maior, I dance attendance heare,
    I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall. Enter Catesby.
    Here coms his seruant : how now Catesby what saies he.
    2275Cates. My Lord, he doth intreat your grace
    To visit him to morrow or next daie,
    He is within with two right reuerend fathers,
    Diuinely bent to meditation,
    And in no worldly suite would he be mou'd,
    2280To draw him from his holy exercise.
    Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe,
    Tell him my selfe, the Maior and Cittizens,
    In deepe designes and matters of great moment,
    No lesse importing then our generall good,
    2285Are come to haue some conference with his grace.
    Cates. Ile tell him what you say my Lord.
    Buck. A ha my Lord this prince is not an Edward :
    He is not lulling on a lewd day bed,
    But on his knees at meditation:
    2290Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans,
    But meditating with two deepe Diuines:
    Not sleeping to ingrosse his idle body,
    But praying to inrich his watchfull soule.
    Happy were England, would this gracious prince
    2295Take on himselfe the souerainty thereon,
    But sure I feare we shall neuer winne him to it.
    Maior. Marry God forbid his grace should say vs nay.
    Buck. I feare he wil, how now Catesby,
    Enter Cates.
    What saies your Lord?
    Cates. My Lo. he wonders to what end, you haue assembled
    Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him,
    His grace not being warnd thereof before,
    2305My Lord, he feares you meane no good to him.
    Buck. Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should
    Suspect me that I meane no good to him.
    By heauen I come in perfect loue to him,
    And so once more returne and tell his grace:
    Exit Catesby.