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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Adrian Kiernander
Peer Reviewed

Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)

The Tragedy
I see as in a mappe the ende of all.
Du. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling daies,
How many of you haue mine eies beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crowne,
1550And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost:
For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse,
And being seated and domestike broiles,
Cleane ouerblowne themselues, the conquerours
Make warre vpon themselues, bloud against bloud,
1555Selfe against selfe, O preposterous
And frantike outrage, ende thy damned spleene,
Or let me die to looke on death no more.
Qu. Come come my boy, we will to sanctuary.
1560Dut. Ile go along with you.
Qu. You haue no cause.
Car. My gratious Lady go,
And thither beare your treasure and your goods,
For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace
1565The seale I keepe, and so betide to me,
As well I tender you and all of yours:
Come Ile conduct you to the sanctuary. Exeunt.
The Trumpets sound. Enter young Prince, the Dukes of Glo-
1570 cester, and Buckingham, Cardinall, &c.
Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London to your cham (ber.
Glo. Welcome deare Cosen my thoughts soueraigne,
1575The weary way hath made you melancholy.
Prin. No Vnckle, but our crosses on the way
Haue made it tedious, wearisome, and heauy:
I want more Vnckles here to welcome me.
Glo. Sweete Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeres,
1580Hath not yet diued into the worlds deceit:
Nor more can you distinguish of a man,
Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes,
Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart:
Those Vnckles which you want, were dangerous,
1585Your Grace attended to their sugred words,
But lookt not on the poison of their hearts:
God keepe you from them, and from such false friends.
Prin.