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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)

    of Richard the third.
    For I my selfe am not so well prouided, Enter B. of Ely.
    2015As els I would be, were the day prolonged.
    By. Where is my L. protector, I haue sent for these strawbe-(ries.
    Ha. His Grace lookes cheerfully and smooth to day,
    2020Theres some conceit or other likes him well,
    When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.
    I thinke there is neuer a man in christendome,
    That can lesser hide his loue or hate then he:
    For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
    2025Dar. What of his heart perceiue you in his face,
    By any likelihood he shewed to day?
    Hast. Mary, that with no man here he is offended.
    For if he were, he would haue shewen it in his lookes.
    2028.1Dar. I pray God he be not, I say. Enter Glocester.
    2030Glo. I pray you all, what doe they deserue,
    That doe conspire my death with diuelish plots,
    Of damned witchcraft, and that haue preuaild,
    Vpon my body with their hellish charmes?
    Hast. The tender loue I beare your grace my Lord,
    2035Makes me most forward in this noble presence,
    To doome the offenders whatsoeuer they be:
    I say my Lo: they haue deserued death.
    Glo. Then be your eies the witnesse of this ill,
    See how I am bewitcht, behold mine arme
    2040Is like a blasted sapling withered vp.
    This is that Edwards wife, that monstrous witch,
    Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
    That by their witchcraft, thus haue marked me.
    Hast. If they haue done this thing my gratious Lo:
    2045Glo. If, thou protector of this damned strumpet,
    Telst thou me of iffes? thou art a traitor.
    Off with his head. Now by Saint Paule,
    I will not dine to day I sweare,
    Vntill I see the same, some see it done,
    2050The rest that loue me, come and follow me. Exeunt. manet Cat with Ha.
    Ha Wo wo for England, not a whit for me:
    For I too fond might haue preuented this:
    2055Stanley did dreame the boare did race his helme,
    G2 But