wards King Edward V.,

Sons to the King.

RICHARD, Duke of York,
GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,
RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, after-

wards King Richard III.,

A young Son of Clarence.

Brothers to

the King.

HENRY, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.

CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

THOMAS ROTHERHAM. Archbishop of York.

JOHN MORTON, Bishop of Ely.

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

DUKE OF NORFOLK.

EARL OF SURREY, his Son.

EARL RIVERS, Brother to Elizabeth.

MARQUIS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, Sons to Elizabeth. EARL OF OXFORD.

LORD HASTINGS.

LORD STANLEY.

LORD LOVEL.

SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN

SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.

SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.

SIR JAMES TYRREL.

SIR JAMES BLOUNT.

SIR WALTER HERBERT.

SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower.
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest. Another Priest.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. A Keeper in the Tower.

ELIZABETH, Queen to King Edward IV.

MARGARET, Widow of King Henry VI.

DUCHESS OF YORK, Mother to King Edward IV.
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales.

A young Daughter of Clarence.

Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, etc.

SCENE: England.

Gloster. Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house
n the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreath
Dur bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Dur stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Dur dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled fro
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

stamp'd, and want love's majesty wanton ambling nymph; d of this fair proportion, e by dissembling nature, n'd, sent before my time g world, scarce half made up,

ly and unfashionable

t me as I halt by them ;-
eak piping time of peace,
Co pass away the time,
shadow in the sun,
mine own deformity:
ace I cannot prove a lover,
e fair well-spoken days,
to prove a villain,

pleasures of these days.
inductions dangerous,
necies, libels, and dreams,
r Clarence and the king
me one against the other;
ard be as true and just
alse, and treacherous,
Clarence closely be mew'd up,

, which says that G

s the murtherer shall be.

own to my soul; here Clarence comes.

ARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.

-. What means this armed guard your grace?

His majesty,

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, belike his majesty hath some intent hat you should be new-christen'd in the Tower ut what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clarence. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I p s yet I do not: but, as I can learn, Te hearkens after prophecies and dreams, nd from the cross-row plucks the letter G, nd says a wizard told him that by G Tis issue disinherited should be;

_nd, for my name of George begins with G, follows in his thought that I am he. hese, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Iave mov'd his highness to commit me now. Gloster. Why, this it is when men are rul'd by is not the king that sends you to the Tower; Iy Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 't is she That tempers him to this extremity.

Tas it not she, and that good man of worship, nthony Woodeville, her brother there, hat made him send Lord Hastings to the Towe rom whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. Clarence. By heaven, I think there is no man s ut the queen's kindred, and night-walking hera hat trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore [eard you not what an humble suppliant ord Hastings was to her for his delivery? Gloster. Humbly complaining to her deity ot my lord chamberlain his liberty.

sips in our monarchy.

I beseech your graces both to pardon me;

th straitly given in charge

hall have private conference,

=soever, with your brother.

n so; an please your worship, Brakenbury, ke of any thing we say.

reason, man: we say the king

tuous; and his noble queen

years, fair, and not jealous;

more's wife hath a pretty foot,

bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; ueen's kindred are made gentlefolks.

ir? can you deny all this?

With this, my lord, myself have nought

ght to do with Mistress Shore? I tell thee,

aught with her, excepting one,

o it secretly, alone.

What one, my lord?

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husband, knave. Would'st thou betray me? I beseech your grace to pardon me, and

onference with the noble duke.

: know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. are the queen's abjects, and must obey.

11: I will unto the king;

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