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LONDON:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN,

PATERNOSTER-ROW.

1818.

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KING RICHARD III.

VOL. VII

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KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.
EDWARD, Prince of Wales, aftér,

wards King Edward V. Sons to the king
RICHARD, duke of York,
GEORGE, duke of Clarence,

Brothers to the RICHARD, duke of Gloster, afterwards King RICHARD III.

king. А

young Son of Clarence.
Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards K. Henry VII.
CARDINAL BOUCHIER, archbishop of Canterbury.
Thomas Rotheram, archbishop of York.
John MORTON, bishop of Ely.
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
DUKE OF NORFOLK: EARL OF SURREY, his son.
EARL Rivers, Brother to king Edward's Queen.
MARQUIS OF Dorset, and LORD GREY, her sons.
EARL OF OXFORD. LORD HASTINGS. LORD

STANLEY. LORD LOVEL.
SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN. SIR RICHARD RAT-

CLIFF.
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.

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ELIZABETH, Queen of king Edward IV.
MARGARET, widow of king Henry VI.
Duchess of York, mother to king Edward IV.

Clarence, and Gloster.
LADY ANNE, widow of Edward, prince of Wales,

son to king Henry VI.; afterwards married to

the duke of Gloster. A young Daughter of Clarence. Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pur

suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, 8c.

SCENE, England.

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LIFE AND DEATH

OF

KING RICHARD III.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

London. A Street.

Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.' Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now,- instead of mounting barbed? steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, -that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ;

i Dances,

2 Armed.

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