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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

with one Eye He went a Burding strikes Fowles as they fly And has the very Art of Foulerie Which Art you must not enuie be you pleas'd To hit Desert fly others as diseas'd Whose being pierst is but to be infected And as bold Puritans esteem'd elected Keep from no common Plague which so encreases So these feed all Poeticall Diseases Best Ayre lest dwellers hath yet thinke not I Fore-speake the sale of thy sound Poesie But would in one so worth encouragement The care of what is counted worst preuent And with thy cheerefull going forth with this Thy Muse in first Ranke of our Muses is Non datur ad Musas currere lata via GEOR CHAPMAN To his worthy and ingenious Friend the Author SO farre as can a Swayne who then a Rounde On Oaten-pipe no further boasts his skill I dare to censure the shrill Trumpets sound Or other Musick of the Sacred hil The popular applause hath not so fell Like Nile's lowd Cataract possest mine eares But others songs I can distinguish well And chant their praise despis'd Vertue reares Nor shall thy buskind Muse be heard alone In stately Pallaces the shady woods By me shall learn't and Echho's one by one Teach it the hils and they the siluer floods Our learned Shepheards that haue vs'd tofore Their happy gifts in notes that wooe the plaines By rurall ditties will be knowne no more But reach at Fame by such as are thy straines And I would gladly if the Sisters spring Had me inabled beare a part with thee And for sweet groues of braue Heroes sing But since it fits not my weake melodie It shall suffice that thou such meanes do'st giue That my harsh lines among the best may liue W. BROVVNE Int Temp. Ad Lectorem de Libro HIc nihil inuenies quod carpas mentior ecquid Carpere quod pigeat tam bonus Hortus habet Hinc carpat quisquis gratos vult carpere Flores At Dextrà carpat carpere si quis amat FR. DYNNE Int Temp To his friend the Author vpon his Poem NOt for thy Loue to me nor other merit Doe I commend thy Poems forme or Spirit For though I know thou art a Friend of mine I praise this for it owne sake not for thine Here haue I seen Character'd the Condition The Life and End of a meere Polititian From which I learne T is no good Policy On any termes to part with Honesty And the Opprest may view to his content How sweet it is to be an Innocent Or by contraries learne with what deare rest The Soules of harmelesse dying men are blest So may the bloody Tyrant heere attend What Horror and Despaire pursues his End And those that liuing loath their faults to heare May reading this perhaps repent for feare Since though reproofes they scorne now here they dwell Thus their owne Ghosts proclaime their shames from Hell George Wythers To the Author vpon his Poem I know thou art t●● knowing to enq●ire This Title to thy Praise which doth require A Hart so constant and a Brow so chast That vertue must not fall how e'r● low plac't Who this way merits 〈◊〉 must looke to bring Onely a Flower to an intemp ' rate Spring Which hows●e ' 〈…〉 Must feele the Earth-bred Blasts in barren wants Of ruder Elements oft suffring spoile To snew such Hearbs grow not on naturall soile Nor can't be aptlier said of Verse and Rimes They are but Strangers to these wau'ring Times For as men shift their fashions for new Shapes They are in Soules the same Inconstant Apes Which each Bo●k●-seller knowes for as to day Your Pasquill like a mad-cap runnes away To morrow Playes the next day History Mor strange another time Diuinitie And in my Age which is indeed most rare I haue knowne Gallants buy vp Bookes of Prayer But they were Gamsters loosing a●l in swearing Try'd a contrarie way in their vprearing To this my common obseruation Thou Hast tooke a course which I must needs allow T' include them all in one to catch their Eyes That soone are dym'd without varie●ies Wherein I will not flatter thee to tell Ther 's much of good and what is worst is well ROBERT DABORNE To his friend the Author vpon his Richard VVHen these and such their voices haue employd What place is for my testimony void Or to so many and so Broad-seales had What can one witnesse and a weake one add For such a worke as could not need theirs Yet If Praises when th' are full heaping admit My suffrage brings thee all increase to crowne Thy Richard rais'd in song past pulling downe BEN IONSON THE GHOST OF RICHARD THE THIRD His Character WHat Magick or what Fiends infernall hand Reares my tormented Ghost from Orcus Flame And lights my Conscience with her burning Brand Through Death and Hell to view the Worlds faire Frame Must I againe regreete my Natiue Land Whose Graues resound the horror of my Name Then gaspe those Marble Iawes and Birds of Night Perplex my passage to the loathed Light Some Consciences with soules may hope for Peace When all their veniall and their petty Crimes Are expiate but mine will neuer cease T' augment my Torment past all Worlds and Time Damn'd deeds in life damn'd pennance doth encrease Mens soules may fly their bodies putrid Clymes But horrid paines still cleaue to foule offence Nor will the sinne forsake the Conscience Giue way Times Pageants Bubbles but a Blast Obiects for idle spirits whose vanitie Feede Streames of Humors in this Sea of Waste Where Carpet Courtlings swim in Brauery Such Comick Puppets are not Things to last Subiects vnfit for Fame or Memory But Time nor Age can paralell or stayne My Bloudy scoe●es which Death hath dyde in grayne Vale Natures ●urselings Fortunes Fauorites Whose percell-guylt my Touch will not endure Fostrers of Fooles and glib-Tongu'd Parasites Sick of Times Lethargie past hope of Cure Cameleons in your Change of gaudy Sights How wanton Salmasis with Lust impure Cleaues to your soules proues ye of two fold Kind Male in the Body Female in the Mind Wallow in Wast still iet in sumptuous Weeds Waue feathered Gulls with Wind shrinck with Raine Buskin'd ye are but not for lofty deeds No stately Matter e're inspyr'd your Braines Nought but soft Loue your great Ambition Feeds None sencible of Pleasure but of Paine Must looke on me such whose high Thoughts are fed With spirit and Fame from dust of Bodies dead Thinke Ye that Graues and hollow Vaultes inherit Nought but Obliuion and Impotence Doth not from Death arise an other spirit Of high Resolue th'extracted Quintessence Fame is the Agent to substantiall merit And beares about the Worlds Circumference All deeds notorious which Time remembers Thus Phoenix like Life springs from down-trod E●●bers Then as th' Almighty Thunde●er doth shake With selfe-bred Fumes th'Immense and Massie Earth No lesse amazement may my Fury make In my Liues horror from my Monstrous Byrth And since I 'm raised from

them the Abstract of perfection The Graces in their sweet proportion shin'd Whose radiant Beames shot Loue and fyr'd Affection And if the outward Beauty from the Minde Receiue all Grace all Luster and Reflection Then might one say of eithers Spirit and Feature Heauen held the Pensill and the forme of Nature The Worlds Abridgement in this Beauty lay Thus subiect to the hand of Tyranny Whose light from darknes might haue strooke the day And with his Beames dazled an Eagles Eye Yet these damn'd Hell-Hounds had the hart t' assay To roule these Orbs vp in obscuritie And pash to Chaos their so faire built Frames To sacrifice their Lymbs in Funerall Flames Now in the Bed which is the Type of Graues And in dead Sleepe the portraicture of Death Those dregs of Men this Spawne of Earth these Slaues Did bury them aliue and stop't their Breaths Where like a Sexton each himselfe behaues To couer them with that which lay beneath So left them sleeping in eternall Rest Whose Sainted soules now liue among the Blest These Furies now are tortur'd with Despayre And howle in horror of their murd'rous deede They beate their Brests and teare their Snaky Hayre In their assured Torment to succeed VVith sinfull Breaths they taint the pi●rest Ayre And in their Faces eu'ry one may reade Guilt mixt with Feares too late they finde too well That though they breath on Earth they liue in Hell Now when I saw printed in Tyrrels Brow These Characters of Death and shamefull Gore I bid him study for the best meanes how I might requite or he might well Implore But he that did with Guilt enough endowe His wretched state would neuer looke for more But summing vp this Murder with his Pride He got the Diuell and all so liu'd so dyde Thus without Feare arm'd with Herculean Force I saw this Hell my Thoughts had shap't and bred If fearefull Hydra had oppos'd my course I should haue left the Monster neuer a Head Or like Roomes Tyrant with as small remorse Thousand contracted Liues haue Butchered To raise my Glorie to this compleate Frame And set my Foote vpon the Throate of Shame Yet now my Li●e was conuersant with Danger Feare and suspition did perturb my Sleepe Th'apparant Hate of Men stir'd vp my Anger And charged Pistols for defence I keepe For since I had profest my selfe a Stranger To euery Good in Blood and sinne so deepe My Sores were to be rub'd t' auoide their Harmes Whom 〈◊〉 sollicits Circumspection armes They that no Ill commit no Ill need feare And Truth is their best Armor of Defence Ill comes not when before it was not there And Weapons fit a wounded Conscience Tyrants the priuie coate had need to weare And euer waking keep their troubled Sence So kept I watch and stood vpon my Guard My Steele still drawne of mine own Shadow fear'd Now the 〈◊〉 Line that scarse was seene With Sword insteed of Pen begins to raze The Line of Yorke whose Inke is blackest Spleene To blot my Glorie and my Name de●ace The Frost bit Rose now sprouts and waxeth greene Wanting but time to spred with wonted Grace The white Rose must be ioined with the Red To propagate faire Stems in one chast Bed Richmond my Brothers Daughter to Espouse The sweet Elizabeth is ma●k't by Fate VVhich to preuent my Lyon Spirit I Rouze VVith that faire Lyonesset Incorporate Which though nor Lawes of God nor Man allowes Yet to establish and secure my State I sought with wilfull Lust and powerfull Awe To crosse the Banes and ouer-rule the Law First Buckingham whose hopes were vainely ●ed To breake the Ice for Richmond with his powre I march'● against and by good Fortune sped My Starres herein did smile and his did lowre I prick't him kindly he as kindly bled His ancient Loue and so in happy howre I pai'd th' arrerages of his lent Good And had m' Acquittance sealed with his Blood O Buckingham thou wert too open Brested And spent'st too freely to receiue thy Right For of my State by thee I was Inuested A debt farre greater then I could requite Some States-mens Hands are shut their Bounty Chested And ill doe they abide those men in ●ight That may vpbrayde with vnrequited Good Such Bonds are seldome cancell'd but with Blood Next Anne my Wife whose Being did deny My match with my fayre Neece Elizabeth Fell sodaine sicke with griefe or Iealousie And all my Loue would not preserue her Breath I gaue her Medicines for Sterilitie And She grew fruitfull in the Bed of Death Her Issue crawling Wormes and there she lyes Whose loue and life loe thus I memorize This was that creature that I woo'd and wonn Ouer her bleeding Husband stab'd by me Such different persons neuer saw the Sunne He for perfection I Deformitie She wept and smil'd hated and lou'd in one Such was her Vertue my Hypocrisie Thus womens Griefes nor Loues are dyde in graine For eithers colour Time or Men can staine For farther proofe my Sister Queene I chose Professing Truth to her t' her Daughter Loue Insinuating with such artfull Gloze As if the God of Eloquence should moue And notwithstanding all the banefull woes She had sustain'd by me I made her proue My Loues Attourney furthering my Sute T' astonish Wonder and strike Rumor Mute By this I Instance how these Fooles are caught With honors Baites or tickled with their Praise Whose flexible conditions may be wrought To any Forme Subiects for Sports and Playes Angels they seeme and are with Angels bought Guilded corruption Natures falsed Glaze No meane in their Affects in Passion mouing No moment in their Teares nor Faith in Louing Inconstant Sex no sooner full then wayning In weakenes dying and imperfect borne Their scanted wils like halfe fac't Moones complaining Which to supply they make the Forked Horne Nor hot nor cold now louing then disdaining The Fautors of Deceipt of Truth the storme Like Cotton Buds which none can bruise or pull But being put forth like them they turne to wooll Such were my Wyles I could deceiue deceite Guild Imperfections with Imperfect Glorie Building on Ruines my vncertaine State Laugh at Oppression from Prides Promontorie I sooth'd my Pompe with an eternall Date And in Ambition perfected my Storie Which VVord let Fame to after Ages sound As of my Life the Pyramed and Ground And as a Taper play'd within the night Where men doe firmely sit or walke or stand Raiseth their Shadowes to the places hight Then to the Ground in turning of a hand Now it empai●es them by the wa●ing light And then extends their lengths themselues beyond So Fortune playes with Kings and worldly States She tosses turnes reares and precipitates As one that drinkes more then he can containe He sur●ets in excesse and duls his Tast And then the Fume spred through his Poares Braine He speakes his secret's thoughts and seemes disgrast Nor doth desist till in his drunken vaine His Intellectuall powres are so