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  • Title: Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Adrian Kiernander

    • Copyright Adrian Kiernander. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Adrian Kiernander
    Peer Reviewed

    Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)

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    The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
    470If he were dead, what would betide on me?
    Gray. No other harme, but losse of such a Lord.
    Qu. The losse of such a Lord, includes all harmes.
    Gray. The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son,
    To be your Comforter, when he is gone.
    475Qu. Ah! he is yong; and his minority
    Is put vnto the trust of Richard Glouster,
    A man that loues not me, nor none of you.
    Riu. Is it concluded he shall be Protector?
    Qu. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:
    480But so it must be, if the King miscarry.

    Enter Buckingham and Derby.

    Gray. Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby.
    Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace.
    Der. God make your Maiesty ioyful, as you haue bin
    485Qu. The Countesse Richmond, good my L. of Derby.
    To your good prayer, will scarsely say, Amen.
    Yet Derby, notwithstanding shee's your wife,
    And loues not me, be you good Lord assur'd,
    I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
    490Der. I do beseech you, either not beleeue
    The enuious slanders of her false Accusers:
    Or if she be accus'd on true report,
    Beare with her weaknesse, which I thinke proceeds
    From wayward sicknesse, and no grounded malice.
    495Qu. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby.
    Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I,
    Are come from visiting his Maiesty.
    Que. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords.
    Buc. Madam good hope, his Grace speaks chearfully.
    500Qu. God grant him health, did you confer with him?
    Buc. I Madam, he desires to make attonement:
    Betweene the Duke of Glouster, and your Brothers,
    And betweene them, and my Lord Chamberlaine,
    And sent to warne them to his Royall presence.
    505Qu. Would all were well, but that will neuer be,
    I feare our happinesse is at the height.

    Enter Richard.

    Rich. They do me wrong, and I will not indure it,
    Who is it that complaines vnto the King,
    510Thar I (forsooth) am sterne, and loue them not?
    By holy Paul, they loue his Grace but lightly,
    That fill his eares with such dissentious Rumors.
    Because I cannot flatter, and looke faire,
    Smile in mens faces, smooth, deceiue, and cogge,
    515Ducke with French nods, and Apish curtesie,
    I must be held a rancorous Enemy.
    Cannot a plaine man liue, and thinke no harme,
    But thus his simple truth must be abus'd,
    With silken, slye, insinuating Iackes?
    520Grey. To who in all this presence speaks your Grace?
    Rich. To thee, that hast nor Honesty, nor Grace:
    When haue I iniur'd thee? When done thee wrong?
    Or thee? or thee? or any of your Faction?
    A plague vpon you all. His Royall Grace
    525(Whom God preserue better then you would wish)
    Cannot be quiet scarse a breathing while,
    But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
    Qu. Brother of Glouster, you mistake the matter:
    The King on his owne Royall disposition,
    530(And not prouok'd by any Sutor else)
    Ayming (belike) at your interiour hatred,
    That in your outward action shewes it selfe
    Against my Children, Brothers, and my Selfe,
    Makes him to send, that he may learne the ground.
    535Rich. I cannot tell, the world is growne so bad,
    That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not pearch.
    Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman,
    There's many a gentle person made a Iacke.
    Qu. Come, come, we know your meaning Brother (Gloster
    540You enuy my aduancement, and my friends:
    God grant we neuer may haue neede of you.
    Rich. Meane time, God grants that I haue need of you.
    Our Brother is imprison'd by your meanes,
    My selfe disgrac'd, and the Nobilitie
    545Held in contempt, while great Promotions
    Are daily giuen to ennoble those
    That scarse some two dayes since were worth a Noble.
    Qu. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height,
    From that contented hap which I inioy'd,
    550I neuer did incense his Maiestie
    Against the Duke of Clarence, but haue bin
    An earnest aduocate to plead for him.
    My Lord you do me shamefull iniurie,
    Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
    555Rich! You may deny that you were not the meane
    Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment.
    Riu. She may my Lord, for---
    Rich. She may Lord Riuers, why who knowes not so?
    She may do more sir then denying that:
    560She may helpe you to many faire preferments,
    And then deny her ayding hand therein,
    And lay those Honors on your high desert.
    What may she not, she may, I marry may she.
    Riu. What marry may she?
    565Ric. What marrie may she? Marrie with a King,
    A Batcheller, and a handsome stripling too,
    I wis your Grandam had a worser match.
    Qu. My Lord of Glouster, I haue too long borne
    Your blunt vpbraidings, and your bitter scoffes:
    570By heauen, I will acquaint his Maiestie
    Of those grosse taunts that oft I haue endur'd.
    I had rather be a Countrie seruant maide
    Then a great Queene, with this condition,
    To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at,
    575Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene.

    Enter old Queene Margaret.

    Mar. And lesned be that small, God I beseech him,
    Thy honor, state, and seate, is due to me.
    Rich. What? threat you me with telling of the King?
    580I will auouch't in presence of the King:
    I dare aduenture to be sent to th'Towre.
    'Tis time to speake,
    My paines are quite forgot.
    Margaret. Out Diuell,
    585I do remember them too well:
    Thou killd'st my Husband Henrie in the Tower,
    And Edward my poore Son, at Tewkesburie.
    Rich. Ere you were Queene,
    I, or your Husband King:
    590I was a packe-horse in his great affaires:
    A weeder out of his proud Aduersaries,
    A liberall rewarder of his Friends,
    To royalize his blood, I spent mine owue.
    Margaret. I and much better blood
    595Then his, or thine.
    Rich.
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