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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12001	The tragedy of King Richard the third Containing, his treacherous plots against his brother Clarence: the pittiefull murther of his iunocent [sic] nephewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation: with the whole course of his detested life, and most deserued death. As it hath beene lately acted by the Right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.; King Richard III	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1597 (1597)	STC 22314; ESTC S111093	57,501	95

Buck. My lord I claime your gift my dew by promise For which your honor and your faith is pawnd The Earledome of Herford and the moueables The which you promised I should possesse King Stanley looke to your wife if she conuay Letters to Richmond you shall answere it Buck. What saies your highnes to my iust demand King As I remember Hen●ie the sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be king When Richmond was a little peeuish boy A king perhaps perhaps Buck. My lord King How chance the prophet could not at that time Haue told me I being by that I should kill him Buck. My lord your promise for the Earledome King Richmond when last I was at Exet●r The Maior in curtesie showd me the Castle 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 King I what 's a clocke Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promisd me King Wel but what 's a clocke Buck. Vpon the stroke often King 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 Buck. 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 Tyr. 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 Although 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 Within 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 But ô the Diuell their the villaine stopt Whilst Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of nature That from the prime creation euer he framed Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To bring this tidings to the bloudie king Enter K● Richard And here he comes all haile my soueraigne leige King Kind Tirrell am I happie in thy newes Tyr. If to haue done the thing you giue in charge Beget your happinesse be happie then For it done my Lord. King But didst thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. King And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the tower hath buried them But how or in what place I do not know Tir. Come to me Tirre● soone at after supper And thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do thee good And be inheritor of thy desire Exit Tirrel Farewel til soone The sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanelie haue I matcht in mariage The sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid the world godnight Now for I know the Brittaine Richmond aimes At young Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly ore the crowne To her I go ai●llie th●iuing wooer Enter C●tesby Cat. My Lord. King Good newes or bad that thou comst in so bluntly Cates. Bad newes my lord Ely is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardie Welchmen Is in the field and still his power increaseth King Ely with Richmond troubles me more neare Then Buckingham and his rash leuied armie Come I haue heard that feareful commenting Is leaden seruitour to dull delaie Delaie leades impotent and snaile●pact beggerie Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercurie and Herald for a king Come muster men my counsaile is my shield We must be briefe when traitor braue the field Exeunt Enter Queene Margaret s●la Q. Mar. So now prosperitie begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of Death Here in these confines slilie haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine aduersaries A dire induction am I witnesse to And wil to Fraunce hoping the consequence Wil prooue as bitter blalcke and tragical Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes here Enter the Qu. and the Dutchesse of Yorke Qu. Ah my young princes ah my tender babes My vnblowne flowers new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules fli● in the ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetual Houer about me with your aierie winges And heare your mothers lamentation Qu. Mar. Houer about her saie that right for right Hath dimd your infant morne to aged night Quee. Wilt thou O God flie from such gentle lambes And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Q. Mar. When holie Harry died and my sweet sonne Dutch Blind sight dead life poore mortal liuing ghost Woes sceane worlds shame graues due by life vsurpt Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawful earth Vnlawfulli● made drunk● with innocents bloud Qu. O that thou wouldst aswel affoord a graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholie seate Then would I hide my bones not rest them here O who hath anie cause to mourne but I Duch. So manie miseries haue crazd my voice That my woe-wearied toong is mute and dumbe Edward Plantagenet whie art thou dead Qu. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefite of signorie And let my woes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admitte societie Tell ouer your woes againe by vewing mine I had an Edward till a Richard kild him I had a Richard till a Ricard kild him Thou hadst an Edward till a Richard kild him Thou hadst a Richard till a Richard kild him Duch. I had a Richard to and thou didst kill him I had a Rutland to thou hopst to kill him Qu. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence to and Richard kild him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A hel-hound that doeth hunt vs all to death That dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worrie lambes and lap their gentle blouds That foule defacer of Gods handie worke Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true disposing God How doe I thanke thee that this carnal curre Praies ●n the issue of his mothers bodie And makes her puefellow with others mone Duch. O Harries wifes triumph not in my woes God witnes with me I haue wept for thine Qu. Mar. Beare with me I am hungrie for reuenge And now I cloie me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that stabd my