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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)

    Enter Cardinall, Dutches of Yorke, Quee. young Yorke.
    Car. Last night I heare they lay at Northhampton.
    At Stonistratford will they be to night,
    1490To morrow or next day, they will be here.
    Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince,
    I hope he is much growen since last I saw him.
    Qu But I heare no, they say my sonne of Yorke
    Hath almost ouertane him in his growth.
    1495Yor. I mother, but I would not haue it so.
    Dut. Why my young Cosen it is good to growe.
    Yor. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper,
    My Vnckle Riuers talkt how I did grow
    More then my brother. I quoth my Nnckle Glocester,
    1500Small herbes haue grace, great weedes grow apace,
    And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast:
    Because sweete flowers are slow, and weedes make haste.
    Dut. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
    In him that did obiect the same to thee:
    1505He was the wretchedst thing when he was young,
    of Richard the third.
    So long a growing, and so leisurely,
    That if this were a true rule, he should be gratious.
    Car. Why Madame, so no doubt he is.
    Dut. I hope so too, but yer let mothers doubt.
    1510Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred,
    I could haue giuen my Vnckles grace a flout,
    That should haue neerer toucht his growth then he did mine.
    Dut. How my prety Yorke? I pray thee let me heare it.
    1515Yor. Mary they say, my Vnckle grew so fast,
    That he could gnaw a crust at two houres olde:
    Twas full two yeares ere I could get a tooth.
    Granam this would haue heene a biting iest.
    Dut. I pray thee prety Yorke who tolde thee so.
    1520Yor. Granam his nurse.
    Dut. His nurse: why she was dead ere thou wert borne.
    Yor. If twere not she, I cannot tell who tolde me.
    Qu. A perilous boy, go to, you are too shrewde.
    Car. Good Madame be not angry with the childe.
    1525Qu. Pitchers haue eares. Enter Dorset.
    Car. Here comes your sonne, Lo: M. Dorset.
    What newes Lo: Marques?
    Dor. Such newes my Lo: as grieues me to vnfolde.
    Qu. How fares the Prince?
    1530Dor. Well Madame, and in health.
    Dut. What is thy newes then?
    Dor. Lo: Riuers and Lo: Gray are sent to Pomfret,
    With them, Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
    1535Dut. Who hath committed them?
    Dor. The mighty Dukes, Glocester and Buckingham.
    Car. For what offence.
    Dor. The summe of all I can, I haue disclosed:
    Why, or for what, these nobles were committed,
    1540Is all vnknowen to me my gratious Lady.
    Qu. Ay me I see the downfall of our house,
    The tyger now hath ceazd the gentle hinde:
    Insulting tyranny beginnes to iet,
    Vpon the innocent and lawlesse throane:
    1545Welcome destruction, death and massacre,
    I see
    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.