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* He capers nimby 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 am'rous looking-glass,
I, that am rudely stampt, and want love's majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph;
I, that am curtaild of this fair proportion,
i Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up;
And that so lamely and unfashionably,
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them:
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the Sun,
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, 4
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And * hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, tinductions dangerous,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other :
By drunken prophesies, libels, and dreams,
-] War capers.
4 And therefore, fince I cannot This is poetical, though a little prove a lower,] Shakespeare harth; it it be York that capers, very diligently inculcates, that the antecedent is at such a dif- the wickedness of Richard protance that it is almost forgotten. ceeded from his deformity, from 3 Cheated of feature by dif- the envy that rose at the com
sembling nature,). By dis parison of his own person with sembling is not meant hypocritical others, and which incited him nature, that pretends one thing to disturb the pleasures that he and does another : But nature could not partake. that puts together things of a And hate the idk pleasures.] diffimular kind, as a brave foul Perhaps we might read, and a deformed body.
And bate the sole plea;urfs. WARBURTON. † Inductions dangerous.) PreDifembling is here pat very parations for mischief. The 11licentio fly for fraudul, deceit- duction is preparatory to the acful.
tion of the play.
And, if Kings Edward be as true and just,
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
About a Prophesy, which says, that G
Of Edward's Heirs the Murtherer shall be.
-Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes,
Enter Clarence guarded, and Brakenbury.
Brother, good day, what means this armed Guard,
That waits upon your Grace?
Clar. His Majesty,
Tend'ring my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Glo. Upon what cause?
Clar. Because my name is George.
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours ;
He should for That commit your godfathers,
Belike, his Majesty hath some intent,
That you should be new christened in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence, may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I proteft,
As yet I do not; but as I can learn,
He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreams,
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G;
And says, “a wizard told him, that by G
His Issue disinherited should be.
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought, that I am he.
These, as I learn, and such like * toys as these,
Have mov'd his Highness to commit me now.
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruld by women. 'Tis not the King that sends you to the Towet, My lady Gray his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, That tempts him to this harsh extremity.
Edward be as true and Edward keeps his word. juft,] i.e. as open hearted Toys.] Fancies, freaks of and free from deceit. WARB. imagination. The meaning is only this; if
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Anthony Woodvil her brother there,
That made him fend lord Hastings to the Tower
From whence this day he is delivered.
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
Clar. By heav'n, I think, there is no man secure
But the Queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds,
That trudge between the King and mistress Shore.
Heard you not, what an humble fuppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
Glo. “Humbly complaining to her Deity,
Got my lord Chamberlain his liberty.
I'll tell you what;- I think, it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the King,
To be her men, and wear her livery:
* The jealous o’erworn widow, and herself,
Since that our Brother dubb’d them gentlewomeny
Are mighty gossips in this Monarchy.
Brak. I beg your Graces both to pardon me:
His Majesty has straitly giv’n in charge,
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree foever, with your brother.
Glo. Ev’n so, an't please your worship? Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we lay,
We speak no treason, man--we say, the King
Is wile and virtuous; and his noble Queen
Well strook in years ; fair, and not jealous-
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip, a paffing pleasing tongue;
That the Queen's kindred are made gentle-folk.
How say you, Sir ? can you deny all this?
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.
Glo. What, fellow? nought to do with mittels
I tell you, Sir, he that doch naught with her,
6 Humhly complaining, &c.] I * The jealous o’erworn-widow.) think these two lines might be That is, the Queen and Shere. better given to Ckrense,
Excepting one, were best to do it secretly.
Brak. What one, my Lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave-wouldst thou betray me?
Brak. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
And to forbear your conf'rence with the Duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
obey. Glo. We are the Queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewel; I will unto the King, And whatloe'er you will employ me in, Were it to call King Edward's widow filter, * I will perform it to infranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace of brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment fhall not be long, I will deliver you, or else lye for
you: Mean time have patience.
Clar. I must perforce ; farewell [Exe. Brak. Clar.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou fale ne'er return: Simple, plain Clarence !-1 do love thee fo, That I will shortly send thy foul to beav'n, If heav'n will take the Present at our hands. -But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Enter L Hastings. Haft. Good time of day unto my gracious lord. Gio. As much unto my good lord Chamberlain :
7 the Queen's abjecis, ---] wife fifter. I will solicit for you That is, not the Quin's subjects, though it should be at the exwhom fie inga protect, but her pence of so much degradation abject:, whom she drives away: and constraint, as to own che * Were it to cal king Edward's lowborn wife of King Edward widow fifi:r,]
This is a for a sister. But by sipping as very covert and subtle manner it were casually widow into the of infinuating treason. The na- place of wife, he tempts Claturalexpreffion would have been, rence with an oblique proposal to were it to call King Edward's kill the king,
Well are you welcome to the open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ?
Haft. With patience, noble lord, as pris'ners must:
But I shall, live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and fo shall Clarence too;
For they, that were your enemies, are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him as you.
Hast. More pity, that the Eagle should be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;
The King is sickly, weak and melancholy,
And his Physicians fear him mightily.
Glo. Now, by. St. Paul, that news is bad, indeed.
O, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person :
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Where is he, in his bed?
Hajt. He is.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,
'Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heav'n.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With Lies well steeld with weighty arguments;
And if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live :
Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy;
And leave the world for me to bustle in !
For then, I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter;
What though I kili'd her husband, and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is to become her husband and her father:
The which will I, not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
- But yet I run before my horse to market: