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Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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1568Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
1569The Trumpets sound.
1570Enter yong Prince, the Dukes of Glocester, and Buckingham,
1571Lord Cardinall, with others.
1573To your Chamber.
1575The wearie way hath made you Melancholly.
1577Haue made it tedious, wearisome, and heauie.
1578I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me.
1579Rich. Sweet Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeers
1580Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit:
1582Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes,
1583Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart.
1584Those Vnkles which you want, were dangerous:
1585Your Grace attended to their Sugred words,
1586But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts:
1589But they were none.
1590Rich. My Lord, the Maior of London comes to greet
1591you.
1592Enter Lord Maior.
1594happie dayes.
1595Prin. I thanke you, good my Lord, and thank you all:
1596I thought my Mother, and my Brother Yorke,
1597Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.
1598Fie, what a Slug is Hastings, that he comes not
1599To tell vs, whether they will come, or no.
1600Enter Lord Hastings.
1602Lord.
1603Prince. Welcome, my Lord: what, will our Mother
1604come?
1606The Queene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke,
1607Haue taken Sanctuarie: The tender Prince
1608Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace,
1609But by his Mother was perforce with-held.
1611Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace
1613Vnto his Princely Brother presently?
1615And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce.
1616Card. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratorie
1617Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke,
1619To milde entreaties, God forbid
1620We should infringe the holy Priuiledge
1624Too ceremonious, and traditionall.
1627The benefit thereof is alwayes granted
1629And those who haue the wit to clayme the place:
1630This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deseru'd it,
1631And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it.
1632Then taking him from thence, that is not there,
1633You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there:
1634Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men,
1637Come on, Lord Hastings, will you goe with me?
1640Say, Vnckle Glocester, if our Brother come,
1646For your best health, and recreation.
1647Prince. I doe not like the Tower, of any place:
1649Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,
1652Successiuely from age to age, he built it?
1653Buck. Vpon record, my gracious Lord.
1655Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,
1656As 'twere retayl'd to all posteritie,
1657Euen to the generall ending day.
1661Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie,
1662I morallize two meanings in one word.
1664With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,
1665His Wit set downe, to make his Valour liue:
1666Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror,
1667For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life.
1668Ile tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham.
1669Buck. What, my gracious Lord?
1670Prince. And if I liue vntill I be a man,
1671Ile win our ancient Right in France againe,
1672Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King.
1673Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring.
1674Enter young Yorke, Hastings, and Cardinall.
1675Buck. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of
1676Yorke.
1678ther?
1680Prince. I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours:
1681Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title,
1684Yorke. I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord,
1686The Prince, my Brother, hath out-growne me farre.
1687Glo. He hath, my Lord.
1688Yorke. And therefore is he idle?
1690Yorke. Then he is more beholding to you, then I.
1691Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne,
1692But you haue power in me, as in a Kinsman.
1695Prince. A Begger, Brother?
1696Yorke. Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue,
1697And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue.
1699Yorke. A greater gift? O, that's the Sword to it.
1702In weightier things you'le say a Begger nay.
1703Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare.
1704Yorke. I weigh it lightly, were it heauier.
1705Glo. What, would you haue my Weapon, little Lord?
1706Yorke. I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you
1707call me.
1708Glo. How?
1709Yorke. Little.
1711Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him.
1712Yorke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:
1713Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me,
1714Because that I am little, like an Ape,
1717To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle,
1718He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe:
1719So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull.
1722Will to your Mother, to entreat of her
1723To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
1724Yorke. What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?
1729My Grandam told me he was murther'd there.
1730Prince. I feare no Vnckles dead.
1731Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope.
1733But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart,
1734Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.
1736Manet Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby.
1737Buck. Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke
1741Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:
1742Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.
1745As closely to conceale what we impart:
1748To make William Lord Hastings of our minde,
1749For the installment of this Noble Duke
1750In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?
1752That he will not be wonne to ought against him.
1754not hee?
1756Buck. Well then, no more but this:
1757Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,
1758Sound thou Lord Hastings,
1760And summon him to morrow to the Tower,
1761To sit about the Coronation.
1763Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
1764If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,
1766And giue vs notice of his inclination:
1767For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
1769Rich. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby,
1770His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries
1771To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,
1772And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
1775Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
1779Exit Catesby.
1780Buck. Now, my Lord,
1781What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue
1782Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots?
1784Something wee will determine:
1785And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me
1786The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables
1790Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards
1792Exeunt.