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Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
2334Buck. You haue, my Lord:
2335Would it might please your Grace,
2336On our entreaties, to amend your fault.
2339The Supreme Seat, the Throne Maiesticall,
2341Your State of Fortune, and your Deaw of Birth,
2342The Lineall Glory of your Royall House,
2343To the corruption of a blemisht Stock;
2345Which here we waken to our Countries good,
2346The Noble Ile doth want his proper Limmes:
2347His Face defac'd with skarres of Infamie,
2348His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants,
2350Of darke Forgetfulnesse, and deepe Obliuion.
2351Which to recure, we heartily solicite
2352Your gracious selfe to take on you the charge
2353And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land:
2355Or lowly Factor, for anothers gaine;
2357Your Right of Birth, your Empyrie, your owne.
2358For this, consorted with the Citizens,
2359Your very Worshipfull and louing friends,
2360And by their vehement instigation,
2363Or bitterly to speake in your reproofe,
2366Tongue-ty'd Ambition, not replying, yeelded
2367To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie,
2368Which fondly you would here impose on me.
2371Then on the other side I check'd my friends.
2378And that my Path were euen to the Crowne,
2379As the ripe Reuenue, and due of Birth:
2382That I would rather hide me from my Greatnesse,
2383Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea;
2384Then in my Greatnesse couet to be hid,
2385And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd.
2386But God be thank'd, there is no need of me,
2387And much I need to helpe you, were there need:
2388The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit,
2389Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time,
2390Will well become the Seat of Maiestie,
2391And make (no doubt) vs happy by his Reigne.
2392On him I lay that, you would lay on me,
2393The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres,
2394Which God defend that I should wring from him.
2398You say, that Edward is your Brothers Sonne,
2399So say we too, but not by Edwards Wife:
2401Your Mother liues a Witnesse to his Vow;
2403To Bona, Sister to the King of France.
2405A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes,
2408Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye,
2409Seduc'd the pitch, and height of his degree,
2411By her, in his vnlawfull Bed, he got
2412This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince.
2413More bitterly could I expostulate,
2415I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue.
2416Then good, my Lord, take to your Royall selfe
2418If not to blesse vs and the Land withall,
2419Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie
2420From the corruption of abusing times,
2421Vnto a Lineall true deriued course.
2422Maior. Do good my Lord, your Citizens entreat you.
2425Rich. Alas, why would you heape this Care on me?
2428I cannot, nor I will not yeeld to you.
2430Loth to depose the Child, your Brothers Sonne,
2431As well we know your tendernesse of heart,
2433Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred,
2434And egally indeede to all Estates:
2435Yet know, where you accept our suit, or no,
2437But we will plant some other in the Throne,
2439And in this resolution here we leaue you.
2442If you denie them, all the Land will rue it.
2443Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares.
2444Call them againe, I am not made of Stones,
2445But penetrable to your kinde entreaties,
2447Enter Buckingham, and the rest.
2449Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
2450To beare her burthen, where I will or no.
2451I must haue patience to endure the Load:
2452But if black Scandall, or foule-fac'd Reproach,
2454Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me
2455From all the impure blots and staynes thereof;
2456For God doth know, and you may partly see,
2459say it.
2462Long liue King Richard, Englands worthie King.
2463All. Amen.
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