King Richard the Third - ebook

Contents

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ACT I

SCENE I. London. A street

SCENE II. London. Another street.

SCENE III. London. A Room in the Palace.

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower.

ACT II

SCENE I. London. A Room in the palace.

SCENE II. Another Room in the palace.

SCENE III. London. A street.

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace.

ACT III

SCENE I. London. A street.

SCENE II. Before LORD HASTING'S house.

SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Castle.

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower.

SCENE V. London. The Tower Walls.

SCENE VI. London. A street.

SCENE VII. London. Court of Baynard's Castle.

ACT IV

SCENE I. London. Before the Tower

SCENE II. London. A Room of State in the Palace.

SCENE III. London. Another Room in the Palace.

SCENE IV. London. Before the Palace.

SCENE V. A Room in LORD STANLEY'S house.

ACT V

SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place.

SCENE II. Plain near Tamworth.

SCENE III. Bosworth Field.

SCENE IV. Another part of the Field.

SCENE V. Another part of the Field.DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING EDWARD THE FOURTH

Sons to the king

EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES afterwards KING EDWARD V

RICHARD, DUKE OF YORK

Brothers to the king

GEORGE, DUKE OF CLARENCE

RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOSTER, afterwards KING RICHARD III

A YOUNG SON OF CLARENCE

HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND, afterwards KING HENRY VII

CARDINAL BOURCHIER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

THOMAS ROTHERHAM, ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

JOHN MORTON, BISHOP OF ELY

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM

DUKE OF NORFOLK

EARL OF SURREY, his son

EARL RIVERS, brother to King Edward’s Queen

MARQUIS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, her sons

EARL OF OXFORD

LORD HASTINGS

LORD STANLEY

LORD LOVEL

SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN

SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF

SIR WILLIAM CATESBY

SIR JAMES TYRREL

SIR JAMES BLOUNT

SIR WALTER HERBERT

SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower

CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest

Another Priest

LORD MAYOR OF LONDON

SHERIFF OF WILTSHIRE

ELIZABETH, Queen to King Edward IV

MARGARET, widow to King Henry VI

DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King Edward IV, Clarence, and Gloster

LADY ANNE, widow to Edward, Prince of Wales, son to King

Henry VI; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster

A YOUNG DAUGHTER OF CLARENCE

Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

SCENE: EnglandACT I

SCENE I. London. A street

GLOSTER

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this son of York;

And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visag’d war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I,–that am not shap’d for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time

Into this breathing world scarce half made up,

And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;–

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,

And descant on mine own deformity:

And therefore,–since I cannot prove a lover,

To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

I am determined to prove a villain,

And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,

By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,

To set my brother Clarence and the king

In deadly hate: the one against the other.

And if King Edward be as true and just

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,

This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,

About a prophecy which says that “G”

Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul:–here Clarence comes.

Brother, good day: what means this armed guard

That waits upon your grace?

CLARENCE.

His majesty,

Tendering my person’s safety, hath appointed

This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

GLOSTER.

Upon what cause?

CLARENCE.

Because my name is George.

GLOSTER.

Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;

He should, for that, commit your godfathers:–

O, belike his majesty hath some intent

That you should be new-christen’d in the Tower.

But what’s the matter, Clarence? may I know?

CLARENCE.

Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest

As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,

He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;

And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,

And says a wizard told him that by G

His issue disinherited should be;

And, for my name of George begins with G,

It follows in his thought that I am he.

These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,

Hath mov’d his highness to commit me now.

GLOSTER.

Why, this it is when men are rul’d by women:–

'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower;

My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, ’tis she

That tempers him to this extremity.

Was it not she and that good man of worship,

Antony Woodville, her brother there,

That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,

From whence this present day he is deliver’d?

We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.

CLARENCE.

By heaven, I think there is no man is secure

But the queen’s kindred, and night-walking heralds

That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.

Heard you not what an humble suppliant

Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?

GLOSTER.

Humbly complaining to her deity

Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.

I’ll tell you what,–I think it is our way,

If we will keep in favour with the king,

To be her men and wear her livery:

The jealous o’er-worn widow, and herself,

Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen,

Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.

BRAKENBURY.

I beseech your graces both to pardon me;

His majesty hath straitly given in charge

That no man shall have private conference,

Of what degree soever, with your brother.

GLOSTER.

Even so; an’t please your worship, Brakenbury,

You may partake of any thing we say:

We speak no treason, man;–we say the king

Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen

Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;–

We say that Shore’s wife hath a pretty foot,

A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;

And that the queen’s kindred are made gentlefolks:

How say you, sir? can you deny all this?

BRAKENBURY.

With this, my lord, myself have naught to do.

GLOSTER.

Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow,

He that doth naught with her, excepting one,

Were best to do it secretly alone.

BRAKENBURY.

What one, my lord?

GLOSTER.

Her husband, knave:–wouldst thou betray me?

BRAKENBURY.

I do beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal,

Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

CLARENCE.

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