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  • Title: Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • Editor: Adrian Kiernander

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Adrian Kiernander
    Peer Reviewed

    Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)

    of Richard the third.
    And called it Ruge-mount, at which name I started,
    Because a Bard of Ireland told me once
    I should not liue long after I saw Richmond.
    Buck. My lord.
    2697.10King. I, whats a clocke?
    Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
    Of what you promisd me.
    King. Wel, but whats a clocke?
    Buck. Vpon the stroke of ten.
    2697.15King. Well, let it strike.
    Buck. Whie let it strike?
    King. Because that like a Iacke thou keepst the stroke
    Betwixt thy begging and my meditation,
    I am not in the giuing vaine to day.
    Buck. Whie then resolue me whether you wil or no?
    King. Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vain. Exit.
    2700Buck. Is it euen so, rewardst he my true seruice
    With such deepe contempt, made I him king for this?
    O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone
    To Brecnock while my fearefull head is on. Exit.
    Enter Sir Francis Tirrell.
    2705Tyr. The tyrranous and bloudie deed is done,
    The most arch-act of pitteous massacre,
    That euer yet this land was guiltie of,
    Dighton and Forrest whom I did suborne,
    To do this ruthles peece of butcherie,
    2710Although they were flesht villains, bloudie dogs,
    Melting with tendernes and kind compassion,
    Wept like two children in their deaths sad stories:
    Lo thus quoth Dighton laie those tender babes,
    Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling on another,
    2715Within their innocent alablaster armes,
    Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke,
    Which in their summer beautie kist each other,
    A booke of praiers on their pillow laie,
    Which once quoth Forrest almost changd my mind,
    2720But oh the Diuell their the villaine stopt,
    Whilst Dighton thus told on we smothered
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