. National Shakespeare : a fac-simile of the text of the first folio of 1623. dd that flialt execute. King. Clarence and Glojer, loue my louely Queene,And tis your Princely Nephew Brothers both. Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiefty,I Scale vpon the lips of this fweet Babe. Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence, worthy brother thanks. Rich. And that I loue the tree fro whence y fprangft:Witnefle the louing kilfe I giue the Fruite,To fay the truth, fo ludas kift his cried all haile, when as he meant all harme. King. Now am I feated as my foule delights,Hauing my Countries peace, and Brothe
. National Shakespeare : a fac-simile of the text of the first folio of 1623. dd that flialt execute. King. Clarence and Glojer, loue my louely Queene,And tis your Princely Nephew Brothers both. Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiefty,I Scale vpon the lips of this fweet Babe. Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence, worthy brother thanks. Rich. And that I loue the tree fro whence y fprangft:Witnefle the louing kilfe I giue the Fruite,To fay the truth, fo ludas kift his cried all haile, when as he meant all harme. King. Now am I feated as my foule delights,Hauing my Countries peace, and Brothers loues. Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret,Reynard her Father, to the King of FranceHath pawnd the Sicils and lerufalem,And hither haue they fent it for her ranfome. King. Away with her, and waft her hence to France:And now what refts, but that we fpend the timeWith ftately Triumphes, mirthfull Comicke as befits the pleafure of the Drums and Trumpets, farwell fowre heerc I hope begins our lafting ioy. Exeunt omnes. The Tragedy of Richard the Third; with the Landing of Earle Richmond^ and theBat tell at Bofioorth Field. ASius Primus. Sccena Prima, Enur Richard Duke of Glojier^folu!. Ow is the Winter of our Difcontent,Made gloriousSummerby thisSon ofYorke:And all the clouds that lowrdvpon our houfeIn the deepe bofome of the Ocean are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes,Our bruifed amies hung vp for Monuments ;Our fterne Alarums changd to merry Meetings ;Our dreadfull Marches, to delightfull Warrc, hath fmcothd his wrinkled Front:And now, in ftead of mounting Barbed Steeds,To fright the Soules of fearful) Aduerfaries,He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber,To the lafciuious pleafing of a I, that am not fhapd for fportiue trickes,Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glafle:I, that am Rudely ftampt, and want loues Maiefty,To ftrut before a wonton ambling Nymph :I, that am curtaild
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