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A16936	The ghost of Richard the Third expressing himselfe in these three parts, [brace] 1. His character, 2. His legend, 3. His tragedie : containing more of him then hath been heretofore shewed, either in chronicles, playes, or poems.	Brooke, Christopher, d. 1628.	1614 (1614)	STC 3830.3; ESTC S250	31,774	94

And things meerely without afflict thee so If Conscience fright and silent Shame be fear'd Thou art no King but of the popular Heard T is Shame where parts agree to make a Iarre To bring Disturbance and Distraction VVhat Nature hath established to marre Is to deface the Habit she puts on To bring thy Actions to thy conscience Bar So to be doom'd to swift perdition But hauing sear'd thy conscience seal'd thy Blame T' vnrip the wombe againe why this were shame No Richard in thine owne powers still be free And what seemes best thinke absolutely well Confirme thy strength make good thy pollicy Nor gainst thy name and dignity rebell Proue not a Zelist in fond Purity Nor paint a Heauen nor counterfeit a Hell But wind into thy selfe there set thy rest So plot and execute what thou think'st best Maintaine thy power diminish not thy sway Nor bound thy selfe being a boundlesse King But of thy State still propagate the Sea And take the Tribute of each petty Spring Frame thine owne Circle and then boldly say This is my Center hether will I bring The lynes of all my Actions faire or foule And see what power or will or can controule Breake ope thy black Abissus and take thence Worlds of aduantages against the world Be false and cruell still with impudence And calmes with ●empests on thy Brow be curl'd From thy owne Heauen deriue thy influence And Fiend-like feare be into darknes hurl'd Thy Sun to Sun thy Starres to Starres aduance And let thy pompe in golden mountaines dance So then resolued hauing thus debated My tirannous Will had laid the bloody traine And in my doome the Princes liues were dated Whose ominous being did impeach my raigne I thought my selfe not absolute instated Nor could make free vse of my purchast gaine Till without Riuall I might shew my brow One King in state one Sunne the Heauens allow Now was my Frostie coldnes fully thaw'd And my resisted fire found open vent Now I digested what so hard was chaw'd And turn'd it to familiar nourishment Then Buckingham my artificiall Bawde My Hand my Factor and my Instrument I grounded on to worke this last Designe And giue the Fire to this my secret Myne Legions of Diuels seconded my Thought To ioyne him with me in this dangerous Mayne Whose powrefull hand my counsell would haue wrought T' effect the complot of this Murth'rous Traine But here he stopt would by no meanes be brought To adde this fowlenes to his former Staine And like on 's Nayles within an vlcerous Sore Touch't to the quick he shrinkes and will no more My Motion did repeale his banish't feare And Feare Sollicites his num'd Conscience His coldnes mou'd my heate which heate did beare The churlish temper of Impatience And now his Loue from memory I teare Turne his obsequious seruice to offence For Polliticians are no longer Friends When Friends can adde no more to their mayne Ends. So did he vanish for he now had spent The Marrow of his Trust and Flatterie And so I vs'd each seruile Instrument VVhen it had lost his steeled facultie I squeaz'd him dry and his true seruice spent I pay'd with emptie handed Vsury For like a Pol●itick well taught full growne I felt no want or fulnes but mine owne Besides he had both power and Subtiltie And knew where I was weakest fortify'd Then of my selfe so much in him did lie That he had got the Raines to curb my Pride Nor stood it with my kingly Dignitie To proue his Slaue that erst had been his Guide For his owne neck he made the fatall noose They loue no Traytors that doe Traytors vse Great Buckingham thus pay'd with hatefull Frownes I chose for him the Maleconted Mate One that will kill his dearest Syre for Crownes In hope t' aduance his long deiected State The hope of Heauen and paines of Hell he drownes In smiles of Fortune and auspitious Fate And of this Ranke one Tyrrell I did frame To doe this deed whose horror wants a Name This vpstart Gentleman being styl'd a Knight VVhose Back and Belly had consum'd his Good Puts forth his long-hid-head into the light To crowne his valour in this Act of Blood Ages to come a Catalogue may cyte Of such braue spitits whose hated Crests doe bud VVith homicidiall honor and doe beare A Sable conscience in a Shield of Feare And note what State was kept when this was wrought The Close-stoole was my Seate most eminent A filthy Carpet fits an ordur'd Thought The Sences loathing and Sinnes Excrement So Tyrrell tooke som State whose pride had sought Two loathed Sla●es which o'ercloy'd Time did vent Into this Sinke of Shame in which damn'd Fact Tyrrell commanded and the Groomes did act The Euen before the Night that this was done The head-strong windes did rage with hydeous Storme As red as Blood discends the fearefull Sunne And Nature had put on a dismall Forme Chaos was threatned by th'ecclipsed Moone And Rauens and S●rich-owles bode th' ensuing harme Then burst there forth whiles darknes shooke Hels Chaine An angry Comet with a smoaky Traine The fatall howre vsher'd by this Ostent Astonish't all and in the Princes bred Oraculous Presages of th' Euent That they like Lambes were to the Slaughter led Their spotlesse Liues must cleare the Element The angry Comet thirsted to be fed With their hart bloods they knew these stormes would cease VVhen they were lodged in their Graues in peace Thus they Diuin'd and though by zealous Prayer They sought t' auoid the danger then so neere Yet such vaine hopes doe turne into despayre For Fate respects nor zeale Truth Loue nor Feare Heau●ns causes knit doe neuer breake their square But runne directly to th' effects they beare And though hard Fates can neuer be withstood Yet Death confounds the Bad life crownes the Good Thus Heauens iust Law order'd by vpright Hand They that liue iustly that true Course do runne Which they that leaue apparantly withstand And doe pursue their owne Confusion These innocents being mark't for Angells Band Keeping Heauens Course as constant as the Sunne Although by my most bloody hand they fell Yet in their Fall they rose I Damn'd in Hell These Deuilish Slaues whose darke deeds fly the light When Sleepe in binding deawes had steep't the Sences With glaring Eyes cloak't in the vale of Night Rush't in to act this Murder on the Princes Whose horrid Semblance Death might well affright And whose attempt euen Hell it selfe Conuinces Medusa's Adders in their Hayre were ●old Not Gorgons Head more vgly to behold As they approch the Bed where they repose Their drumming Harts panted their Feares Alarm's To see the sweetnesse Nature did disclose that such Beauty should lye ope to harmes There twyn'd the Lilly and the blushing Rose And as they clasp't like leaues their Innocent Armes They seemed in the obiect of such Glory T' inuite some Pen to lyneate their Story The Humors and the Elements combin'd To forme in

So void of Grace and so exempt from faith What could I looke for but Eternall Death Since all my life was progrest in that Path Now did I fondly wish in my Despayre To be resolu'd to th' Element of Ayre When drowsie Morpheus with his Mace addrest My turbulent spirits to a quiet Truce My Thoughts scarce gaue me sleepe that sleepe no Rest Though bound my Sences yet my Sinne was loose For th' Images of outward Things Imprest In common Sence did as it is their vse Present vnto my waking Phantasie The horrid visions of my Tyrannie For my ●ome●i●● feares that wholy tend To ●xtacies and ●roken sleepes vnfound Did to my 〈◊〉 black ●umes of horror send Rais'd from ●●spare and 〈◊〉 ground Whereon the 〈◊〉 did apprehend And forge such terrible obiects that I found My selfe oft strangled through those dreames of Terror Which shew'd my Death and Hell as through a Mirror Such appa●itions frighted me in sleepe My Conscience vnappea●●d my Sinne still crying These terrible Impressions were so deepe That waking I was Transt and liuing dying I wish't I had beene made a worme to creepe Or from a worthlesse Egge beene hatch't from flying Or like proude N●buchadnez●r to nourish My Beastiall Nature and like Beasts to perrish Thus Sinne a venom'd Tooth from Hell did borrow Which ranckled to the Death with deadly Byte I sorrow'd desperatly because my sorrow Was all too late to helpe my helplesse plight I plow'd vppon my barren Heart whose Furrow Not deaw'd with teares ●or sowne with Seedes Contrite Could yeeld no frute but ranckned with Sinns Ayre For hopeful faith brought Thornes of sharp despaire Damnations feare did make me penitent VVhich Reprobates may haue with Gods Elect But Fayth and Grace whose ends are to repent VVere farre remou'd and absent in Effect I knew my Sinne with Sorrowes languishment In Conscience sincking and in horror wrak't But that Repentance which should saue and raise me Iustice forbids me and despaire denaies me Now Engl●nds Genius doth begin to swell VVhose spirit long supprest breakes out in Fyre The Peeres doe stirr the Commons doe rebell Gyrles great with spleene and VVomen sharpe with Ire Old men take Armes Children new crept from Shell Wrong and Oppression doe with Rage inspire Factions now rend the State in seuerall parts Swords in their hands and vengeance in their hearts Richmond hath set his foote vpon my stand Who out of many letts hath wrought his course And like a Streame which lower Ban●●es withstand Swells o're his Bounds and spreeds his flowing Sourse The wrong incensed Peeres augment his Band And giue his weakenes a resistfull force Of those that did my Tyrannous Yoake still beare None lent their strengths in Loue but all in Feare Who in their staggering doubts of Warres euent And to secure their Howses from Attaint Did set a Coulor on their forst entent And with could Faiths relieued my Hope as faint Distracted were their Mindes their Hearts were rent Weake are the Powers that fight vpon Constraint Of some I tooke firme Hostage to assure them And promisd others Mountaines to procure them From the could North summond by my Commaund I had a Company of Frozen Hearts Who seem'd the very Scar-Crowes of the Land So poore they were ill furnish't at all parts These halfe Fac't staruelings and this Bandles Band These ragged outsides and these tattered Shirts Came as to warme them nere the VVestern Light VVith Mawes to feede rather then Hearts to fight These were the Souldiers that I kept in Pay Such Fayndings neuer yet were prest with Coyne Whose heauy lookes their duller Spirits betray To make hope falter in my Warres designe All sought to loose rather then win the day And seem'd more Richmonds part then friends of myne Yet these I term'd true Hearts with falsed Stile And hartned them with many a hartles Smile And though enuiron'd with a darkesome Feare Yet in my face I forst a seeming light Whose Substance crude and could I did out weare The day in cares in waking Howers the Night Vnsetled were my Motions and did beare Vndoubted semblance of distracted plight My Conscience prick't soliciting my mynd With Blood for my most bloody deedes assignd O how I band the Welch with bitter spite Ap Thomas Griffeth Herbert and their Traine That with poore Richmonds handfull ioyn'd their might To take part with the Meane and leaue the Mayne But when they swore to our defensiue Right With Sence reseru'd they kept their Names from Stayne For I Vsurpt and had noe Right at all Their Gardian Angells prompt their Rize my Fall Yet on I must with these my dangerous Friends To try the Chance of vengeance threatning Warrs Where guilt giues Terror Terror Mischeefe lends And mixe their Malice with my fatall Starres The Deulish Fury in my Brest entends In spite of danger and all opposite Barrs To Cut this knot the mistick Fates conteyne And set my life and Kingdome on this Mayne Richmond comes on relieu'd with still supplies VVhose firmest Faiths giue hart to his iust Ayme S●eeling the Back of his great enterprize VVith Cambro-Brittaines men of taintlesse Name My strength is trustles his in true harts lyes And still encreaseth going like to Fame Angels attend Him with their imminent powre Auspicious are his Starres and mine doe lowre The Prayers of old men and the Nerues of young Giue vigor to his Arme and prompt his Spirit Cur●es and Rage through Tyrany and wrong Attend my Action and my hatefull merit I faint in Millions He in hundreds strong For not the oddes of multitudes inherit The victors Prize since Warre in heauens iust lawes Is euer sway'd by Iustice of the cause Warr's the Tribunall where all deeds of Armes Receiue their equall and their partlesse Doome Not Fortunes Spels nor Legions with their Charmes But must giue Fate Preeminence and Roome Though men like Gyants with their proud Alarm's Doe braue the Heau'ns yet if Ioues Thunder come In awfull veng'ance downe such pride he quailes So not presumption then but truth preuailes The bloody Field is pitcht suruey'd the Ground The Centynels are plac't Perdu's are sent Souldiers entrenched and encamped round And in the midst aduanc'd my shining Tent Counsels assembled for directions found Aduantages propos'd for Detriment All Things dispos'd night comes strong watch wee keep When weighty cares doe summon me to sleepe Now doth my conscience agitate my feares In visions of my waking Phantasie Now each particular action appeares A strong Appealant of my Tyrany Murder sounds horror in my deafned Eares And all my deeds of damn'd impietie Presse to the Barr where I receiue my doome Of death-Stabs heere and infinite to come Me thought I saw in those affrighting Dreames My slaughtred Numbers round about my Bed Op'ning their wounded Mouthes in Crimson Streames And powring Blood vpon my tyrannous Head The Furies Brands me thought shed flaming Beames To wast me in my passage through the dead Where at Hels mouth each howling spirit