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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 see with others eyes Extract their Wits and make themselues seeme wise These like the Others labor'd not to sound The depth of Things but fraught with Burthen light They sayl●d more shallow neere vnto the Ground And at the Tydes returne discharg'd their Freight In quest of G●arie all their Strengths were bound Not Matter but the circumstance more sleight They touch't at still whose ma●● Entents and Hopes Were ●o inuolue their Aymes in sounder Scopes Yet did this Mixture of Varietie Like melting Ha●le and sollid Pearle or Stone Seeme like the Elements in Qualitie Assembled by a Disproportion For as their Iars worke on Humanitie And make sweet Musick in Confusion So States-men ioin'd in one vnlike in Parts One Body proue one life in seuerall Harts B●t as the Planets haue a proper sway And moue to Heau'n that turnes them contrarie So I from all drew a peculiar way To right my selfe gainst Natures Iniurie For since She so mishap't my Bodies Clay I labor'd in my Mindes Deformitie To mock her Worke She made me like to none Therefore I thought to be my selfe alone And as your selfe lou'd Politicks n'ere care What Tempests vulgar Vessels doe betide So that their mighty Argoses may share Their ruin'd States made Prize 〈◊〉 their Pride So in the Ship of state my selfe did fare Driu'n with Ambitions Gale and swelling Tyde I forst no publique wrack no priuate Fall So I might rule and raigne sole Lord of All. Thus haue I Character'd my spirit and state In generall Termes next shall Yee heare apply'd The sequell of mine Actions to that Fate Which Heauen ordain'd as Iustice to my Pride This my Praeludium now I must relate My Life in horrid sinnes diuersifi'd There note how saile-hoyst Barks incurre a shel●e When Greatnes would be greater then it selfe FINIS THE LEGEND OF RICHARD THE THIRD TO him that Impt my Fame with Clio's Quill Whose Magick rais'd me from Obliuions den That writ my Storie on the Muses Hill And with my Actions Dignifi'd his Pen He that from Heltcon sends many a Rill VVhose Nectared Veines are drunke by thirstie Men Crown'd be his Stile with Fame his Head with Bayes And none detract but gratulate his Praise Yet if his Scoenes haue not engrost all Grace The much fam'd Action could extend on Stage If Time or Memory haue left a place For Me to fill t' enforme this Ignorant Age To that intent I shew my horrid Face Imprest with Feare and Characters of Rage Nor Wits nor Chronicles could ere containe The Hell-deepe Reaches of my soundlesse Braine Then heare Ambitious men Soules drownd in sences And euer dry in quenchles thirst of Glory And yee that haue no eares yee hearts of Princes Measure your pompe by processe of my story There is a Fate your boundles hope conuinces Though nought confine yee in this transitory Those that clime high in mischeefe rip'st of all Haue still the feareful'st and most rotten fall VVhat time my father York began his claime VVhence ciuill and vnciuill Armes did grow VVhen purple gore deaw'd many a fertile Plaine And swords made furrowes English hearts to sow VVhen sonnes by sires and sires by sonnes were slaine And Englands Common-weale a common woe VVhen Heauen rain'd Vengeance a Hell sulpher spew'd And euery Age and sex those sad times rew'd I though too young as then to mannage steele Yet in my thoughtes the Theory of Armes My swelling veines and feeble nerues did feele The emulation of those hot Alarm's My Glories thirst made Appetite so reele Betweene my peacefull state and boistrous stormes That in the heat and feruor of desire I 〈◊〉 on Nature and set Blood on fire My fathers sword or title set on foot VVhose Fate growne ripe he dropt to Earth and perish't But we the Sonnes greene branches of his roote Th' aspiring vertue of his Hopes still cherish● I and my Brother held in swift poursuit The royall Game whose thoughtes were iointly nourish't VVith the possession of that chased prize As for a Crowne who would not Nimrodize Now seconded with Right and warres●aire ●aire merits I mixt my blood with gall my spleene with ire Heere I began to Ioutalize my spirit Midst thundring shock dar●ing Cyclopian fire Fame prickt vs on to that we were t' inherit And we made way through blood nor could retire Till on the Rubbish of our Enemy VVe reard the Ensigne of our victory Then was the Kingly Lyon held at bay Coopt in the Towre whose Lionesse rag'd in vaine To rescue or redeeme our purchast prey I pitcht more toyles wherein her whelp was tane Edward her faire Sonne glory of the day My han● eclipst with foule and bloudy staine A murder that might make the Sarres to winke The fixed Poles to shake and Atlas shrinke Next to secure our parts from Henri●s side The By being bar'd the chance fell on the Maine And damned Policie instructed Pride To stretch my Conscience to a higher Straine The Diuell whisper'd that my hands not dyde In Henries Gore my hope to rise was vaine My Swords sharpe point brought his Quietus est VVhich leuel'd to his Hart sent Him to Rest. Hence cruell Thoughts tooke Roote and ouerspred My Syn-manur'd Soyle Nature● shapelesse Frame The Ground grew Ranke with Blood and Murder fed And fearelesse Impudence check't blushing Shame I cherish't Tyranny strooke Pittie dead My Rage like Salamander liu'd in Flame And eu'n as Drinke doth keep the Dropsie Dry So more I Drunke the more Desire did Fry Yet now secure Edward enioy'd the Crowne Warres sterne Alarums heere began to cease Bankes turn'd to Pillowes Fields to Beds of Downe And Boystrous Armes to silken Robes of Peace Warres Counsellor resum'd the States-mans●owne ●owne And welcom'd Blisse grew big with all encrease Wealth follow'd Peace and Ease succeded Plenties And needfull Cates were turn'd to wanton Dainties Now Mars his Brood were chain'd to Womens Lockes Surgeons and Leaches vs'd for Venus Harmes They that erst liu'd by Wounds now thriue by 'th Pox For smoothest Pleasure still ensues rough Armes Whiles I gryn'd like a Woolfe lier'd like a Fox To see soft Men turn'd swine by Cyrces Charmes And being not shap't for Loue employ'd my Wits In subtile Wiles ● exceede these hum'rous Fits O how I bit my Tongue when Edward wiu'd That with the rest forc'd Shoutes of God giue Ioy When to the Center of my Hart there diu'd Curses and rankorous wishes to destroy My hopes grew Dead Yet Hydra-like suruiu'd Fresh Heads of Strength which Mischiefe did employ And my smooth Gen●us sooth'd me in the Eare That Blood would Sanguine the pale Cheeke of feare VVhiles wanton Edward doates on Mistresse Shore VVhose Lust and Tryfling soyld the face of Things And Coun●eilors like Pandars kept the Dore My Thoughts were climing to the State of Kings He painted Beautie I did Crownes adore And euer Impt Ambitions Ayrie Wings To reach at Fame and Fortune which might crowne Hope with successe and Wit with Fames