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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

defac't That loosing th' office of his Feete he lyes Shamefull and naked to all ●ober eyes So I in thirst of Glorie Rule and State Drinking excessiuely and past my fill Swinging in Lust and Thoughts intemperate Drunke in Ambition and my ●ensuall will Was so transparent in my latest date And all my Good so swallow'd in my Ill Th●t in my staggering Pride and shamefull Fall I grew a Monster and a scorne to all I that once thought that no man could be blest In moderate kinde of Humane blessednes And in my Tyrannous licence did suggest To comprehend in Pompe all Happines Gaue Reignes to Lust and in my Will supprest The rule of Reason mans sole Souereignesse That to the Worlds Doome still prefer'd mine owne And pitcht my hopes no lower then a crowne I that did make no conscience to Plot And perpetrate all Beastiall cruelty That harrow'd Earth and Hell for what I got As if those Tipes would last Eternally In Goodnes cold in Mischiefe euer hot And in my damned Tracts of Pollicie Had sowne mens Harts and with vnfeeling Taints Did dye my Hands in Innocent blood of Saints I that could taint soules with corrupting Breath And from their Brests roote Faith and Pietie Steeling their Spirits for Acts of closest Death And suck the hart of their abilitie Then raise fresh bloods and set the dry beneath Fester'd in conscience of their villany Then rack them with delayes reward with ayre And laugh to see them perish in despaire I that at best held Vertue and Religion No other Things but well mixt Elements Nor Vice nor Ill but H●mors Disposition Depraued by the Bodies Instruments Esteem'd the Soule subiect to Deaths corruption Nor thought all these but naturall Euents And their disorder cur'd by Phisicks Skill And nothing subiect to th' Eternall Will Now did my Conscience that lay smothered Vnd●r this Pile of Damn'd Impietie And seem'd as with greene fuell Maistered Conceall'd and prison'd in Obscuritie Shew'd that by Sin 't was rather comforted Then any way depriu'd of Facultie And in their Flame did rage so much the more By how much it did seeme restrain'd before Now all my Acts of Murder Sinne and Shame Bred by Ambition and my tyrannous VVill Appear'd vpon my Head like A●tn●'s Flame Or like a Beacon fyr'd vpon a Hill Now Rumor giues the Eccho to my Fame Vprores and Insurrections gin to fill All places vast and now in feare I start To fall beneath the mountaine of my Hart. O how I curst my Aspick Flatterie That shed such ve●ome in my Rationall Powre I curst the Glasse that so corruptedly Did shew the face of vice to smile not lowre Now for each priuiledg'd Mischiefe did I lye A Butt to Torment and a fearefull Showre By the Black vapor of my Sin being bred With blood and vengeance swolne hung o're my head Thus in the VVayning Splendor of my Pride Compast with danger and assaylde with Feares And in my Thoughts all Torments multiply'd That might augment the burthen of my cares I found my selfe so weakely fortifyde Against the powerfull Battery of despaires That I was plung'd into Hels deepe Abisse Secluded from all comfort Ioy or Blisse Nor did the ancient Poets idely faine Erinnis and the damn'd Eumenides Since euen those Furies in their Maske containe The Morall of my tortur'd Tyranies For th' Apparitions of ensuing paine So danted me with their Extremities That I was rack't in terror of my doome And made that present which was but to come Then dreadfull Melancholl● did conuert My Nature to the Temper of my Braine Which soaked with my Spleene disturb'd my heart And through my body spred a pois●nous Bane It did confound my Sense and eu'ry part Each Muscle Sinnew Artire Ioin● and Vaine Had lost their naturall working and prepare To set me it the high-way to despaire Such was the horror of my Malady Distract with feare of that I was t' inherit That it corrupted euery Facultie Congeal'd my Blood and dull'd my actiue Spirit Thus my whole Nature●elt ●elt like Sympathy With my despairefull So●le for si●full Merit For all the Functions of my Soule and Sence Were maymed by my wounded Conscience My Reason dotes my Soule did idle sit VVanting fit matter of Intelligence Organs deprau'd and stupifyde my Wit My Vnderstanding weake vnsound my Sence And euery part disabled and vnfit To comfort or relieue my Conscience Hopelesse and helplesse all my powers agree In Desperations Gulph to swallow me And as we see the Eye the Eare or Sent Affected long and oue● vehemently Retaine their Species in the Instrument Though absent ●e ●he mo●ing qualitie So the Internall Sence● strongly bent To fearefull Obiects of obs●●●itie To iudge of things by their depraued kinde Giue Passion vigor and make ●eason blind The Sunne the Moone and Plan●●● of ●y Nature So fearefully ecclipsed in their light My inward darknes casting on my Feature A●semblance gha●●ly pale and full of fright My leprous Soule deformed as my Stature Did in these Tragick Terrors seeme t' excite The thoughtfull presage of my Destinie To be accomplish't in my Tragedie Likewise my Name enter ' d in Hels black Roule So infinite my Actions of Arrest My grim ●ac't conscience ceazing on my Soule And my Tormentor e●e● in my Brest So not the minde alone but ●ody whole Equally feeling and alike distrest Such watch they kept such clamor they did make That waking I did dreame and sleeping wake Such was my Passion of all faith 〈◊〉 VVhich should apply a Salue vnto my wound That in my Minde Hell onely was conceau'd VVhich did all thought and hope of Heau●n confound Thus my despairefull 〈◊〉 wea●'d The Web of my affliction and I found My State so desperate and my Sin so great That no repenta●t meanes could expia●e Should I haue fill'd the ayre with plain●s 〈◊〉 ●ries Haue wr●ng my hands in griefe straynd blood in feares Eate into Marble with my still bent knees And all the Center rotted with my teares Such was the clamo● of my vi●●●ies And so importunate were my Despaires That nothing as I thought would satisfie Th' offended Iustice of the Dei●ie The setled Center eas●er might a●●ume The heauenly Motion that turnes euer round Huge Whales might sooner fly with feathered plume And Birds like wormes creepe on the ba●er Ground Ere I could hope or euer might presume By my repentance mercy to haue found For prest with sin and of all Grace bereauen I could not lift one Thought so high as heauen Not Saul that being possest dyde Reprobate Not Esau's selfe that did his Birth-right ●ell Not Iudas mark't for veng'ance by his Fate Not those which were deuoured quick to Hell Not hardned Pharao all as Desperate Nor cursed and forlorne Achitophel Could be more surely seall'd in Heauens iust doome Then I in conscience for the wrath to come Thus blasted with the Whirlewind of Gods Breath And shaken with the Terror of his wrath Veng'ance aboue me and Hell-fire beneath

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

containd nor Bars controule The Flesh is vapor and the spirit a Fire And Iouiall Minds when these begin t' inroule Do part the Drosse and on the Bodies Head Dissolue in Thunder what his Basenes bred So on I went in diuelish politick wise The Yong Prince now from safest sanctuarie A Prela●e forst some such can tamporize VVho held with Fiends t' enfring Church libertie The Child being brought to me as t' was my Guize I kist and Blest with fein'd sinceritie The Innocent Soule and therein did fulfill The part of Iudas for I ment to kill Him with his Brother lodg'd I in the Towre A payre ill met to vndergoe like Fate Now wrinckled Browes like Skies before a Showre Spred gloomy Darknes ouer Englands State All sought to saue I purpos'd to deuou●e My Mynes are lay'd and they preuent too late Counsels diuide and a confused Rumor Time sent as Throes vnto my swelling Tumor Now did I vse each working Instrument Some Fyles to take off some smooth Tooles to glaze Some serues t' insinuate all for close entent Wrought one effectuall end in seuerall wayes I was prime Mouer in this Firmament And they the Sphere-like Mouers to my praise But Buckingham my Iupiter of Light VVhose Influence was Mirror of my Might And as the Catholick Spirit in Man applyes Each Sence and Organ to their proper Ends Vseth the Hart the Braine the Eares and Eyes And to th'impulsiue soule those Powers extends So in this pollitick Bodie I deuise By Buckingham my Spi●it who slackes or bends My vsefull Engins Him I made my Hand Temploy his powre with theirs to my command Now good Lord Hastings great in all Mens Grace Of th' aduerse Faction Fautor and chiefe Head I heau'd at and remou'd him from his place That so the Rest might faint vncomforted My Blood-hound Catesby foyl'd him in the Chase Who earst by him being rais'd cherisht and Bred Knowing himsel●e too weake to stand for Right Proues treacherously Wise and Friend to Might Thus could I Saint a Diuell with a Fiend And make one Engine other to driue out From a mayne Faction cull a secret Friend To hold with hope and to preuent with Doubt I had a Powre to breake what would not bend In cautions vs'd my Sentinell and Scoute In Iealousie had Argoes hundred eyes And Nero's cruell Hart to tyrannize How cunningly did Buckingham and I Pretend and set a coulour in the Treason Of Hastings to our Liues how suddenly We Butcher'd without Forme of Law or Reason That harmelesse Man then gull'd Simplicitie VVith forced feare as if at that same Season Erinnis and the Furies had been bent To cast their palenes on our damn'd entent And what a peece of Iustice did I shew On Mistresse Shore when with a fained hate To vnchast Life I forced her to goe Bare-foote on penance with deiected State But now her Fame by a vild Play doth grow Whose Fate the Women so commisserate That who to see my Iustice on that Sinner Drinks not her Teares makes her Fast their dinner Now whiles all wish to see yong Edward Crown'd And in each Place a solemne Preparation In my vast Sea their Streames of Ioy were drown'd Whose Ayme was bent to crosse their Expectation For Buckingham and I had laid the Ground To raise my Columne and suppresse their Station And much vntemper'd Morter was in hand To Dawbe and Ciment what could neuer stand The gayne and Glorie-thirsting smooth Diuine More learn'd then true yet of lesse Arte then Fame And many others with him doe Combine To sleike and pollish my corrupter Clayme And whiles their Wits doe work to make me shine To guild my Guilt and glorifie my shame Like Racking clouds the people flock and runne With pitchie Breathes t' obscure my rising Sonne But I that held the Conscience but a Sawe In my selfe-loue con●ounding Idle Hate Found Tricks t' impeach the Princes claime by Lawe Prouing mine true theirs Illigitimate And to this end subborn'd one Doctor Shaw With seruile Tongue and Spirit adulterate To preach dead Ed●ards slander with my Mother And Bastardize the Issue of my Brother It was suggested then most Impiously Edward nor ●larence to be lawfull Payres B●t by th'erronious Rule of Phisnomy To be the Issue of some stranger Syres That Edward had with fowlest Brgamy Blemish't his Stock and had no rightfull Heyres Thus Father Mother Brother Race and Name I would haue vilify'd t' aduance my claime Report went out and whispring Rumor drew From eu'ry quarter Men of each condition To know the Sequell whether false or true To cleare their doubts and to enforme Suspition And to Paules Crosse where State-foode fresh and new After a Change to feed their Inquisition The many Headed Beast doe flock and gather To heare strange Tidings from their Ghostly Father There Doctor Shaw stept vp this was his Theam● The Bastard slips doe neuer take deepe roote VVho from his Conduit pipe sent such a Streame As drench't his Audience from the Head to foote Such Milke and Hony with such clouted Creame Flow'd from his Wit and from his Tongue did shoote Such spleenefull Venome that all Men perplext Fear●d He 'd goe mad running beside his text VVhere hauing slander'd Edwards Progenie Taxed his Lyfe and shew'd his Praecontract Defam'd our Mother with Adulterie Edward nor Clarence got in lawfull Act Then prouing Me though most prepost●rously Yorkes true borne sonne by vs it was Compact That I by Miracle should come in Place At th' instant of my Praise to meet with Grace He lo●kes vs oft I came not on my Cue At last of course descending to my Praise Home it was sent which done I came in view And spred amongst them my abhorred Rayes Then Shaw Verbatim doth againe renew What he had spoke Things fowle need double Glaze Forgetting quite that twice sod Meate would dull Witlesse as shamelesse prais'd me to the full Which in Effect was thus That I alone VVas patterne of each Princely Qualitie For Armes and vertuous Disposition Vnparalell'd That in Forme Face and Eye I bore the Figure and Proportion O● Yorke my Sire nay to th' Extremitie His hyred Tongue my hope and Glorie brings I was not borne t● obey but rule with Kings VVhich twice rub'd ouer grossest Flatterie Met with opinions so preiudicate Enforc'd the Hearers vniuersally To vent in murmure their concealed Hate Another too of the bald-Frierie Instructed on like subiect to Dilate Grew hoarse and in the mid'st abrupt came downe Whose Hyre was Hate perpetuall Shame his crowne Such Doctors were I doe not say there are Whose Breaths scall'd Heauen Harts clog'd with worlds desire That without Scruple touch of Shame or Feare VVould wrest the Scripture to make Truth a Lyer And these like Mercenarie Men appeare That loue the Word for VVealth the worke for Hyre whose tutor'd tongues to take off Great Mens Blames Set stronger Seales on theirs and their owne Shames To giue more colour to this Enterprise My Agent Buckingham with