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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)

    The Tragedy
    Then taking him from thence that is not there,
    You breake no priuiledge nor charter there:
    Oft haue I heard of sanctuary men,
    1635But sanctuary children neuer till now.
    Car. My Lo: you shall ouerrule my minde for once:
    Come on Lo: Hastings will you go with me?
    Hast. I go my Lord.
    Prin. Good Lords make all the speedy hast you may:
    1640Say Vnckle Glocester, if our brother come,
    Where shall we soiourne till our coronation?
    Glo. Where it seemes best vnto your royall selfe:
    If I may councell you, some day or two,
    Your highnes shall repose you at the tower:
    1645Then where you please, and shalbe thought most fit
    For your best health and recreation.
    Prin. I doe not like the tower of any place:
    Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord?
    Buc. He did, my gratious Lo: begin that place,
    1650Which since succeeding ages haue reedified.
    Prin. Is it vpon record, or els reported
    Successiuely from age to age he built it?
    Buc. Vpon record my gratious Lo:
    Pri. But say my Lo: it were not registred,
    1655Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,
    As twere retailde to all posterity,
    Euen to the generall all-ending day.
    Glo. So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long.
    Pri. What say you Vnckle?
    1660Glo. I say without characters fame liues long:
    Thus like the formall vice iniquity,
    I morallize two meanings in one word.
    Pri. That Iulius Cesar was a famous man,
    With what his valour did enrich his wit,
    1665His wit set downe to make his valure liue:
    Death makes no conquest of this conquerour,
    For now he liues in fame though not in life:
    Ile tell you what my Cosen Buckingham.
    Buc. What my gratious Lord?