Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. Glo. And that I love the tree from whence thou fprang'ft, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. To say the truth, so Judas kifs'd his master, [Afide. Cla. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? Reignier her father to the King of France. Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerufalem, And hither have they fent it for her ransom. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. Sound, drums and trumpets; farewel, fow'r annoy! KING Edward IV. Edward, Prince of Wales, afterwards Edward V.7 Richard, Duke of York. George, Duke of Clarence, Brother to Edward IV. Sons to Edw. IV. Richard, Duke of Gloucester, Brother to Edward IV. afterwards King Richard III. Cardinal, Archbishop of York. Duke of Buckingham. Duke of Norfolk. Earl of Surrey. Marquifs of Dorfet, Son to the Queen. Earl Rivers, Brother to the Queen. Lord Gray, Son to the Queen. Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII. Bishop of Ely. Lord Haftings. Sir Thomas Vaughan, Sir Richard Ratcliff, Catesby, a Friend to the Queen's Family. } Friends to the Duke of Gloucester. Sir James Tyrrel, a Villain. Lord Stanley, Steward of the Houbold to Edward IV. Earl of Oxford, Blount, Herbert, Sir William Brandon, Friends to the Earl of Richmond. Brakenbury, Lieutenant of the Tower. Two Children of the Duke of Clarence. Lord Mayor. Sir Chriftopher Urfwick, a Prieft and Chaplain to the Countess of Richmond. Queen of Edward IV. Queen Margaret, Widow of Henry VI. Anne, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son to Henry VI. afterwards married to the Duke of Gloucester. Dutchess of York, Mother to Edward IV, Clarence, and Richard III. Sheriff, Purfuivant, Citizens, Ghofis of thofe murder'd by Richard III. with Soldiers and other Attendants. The SCENE in ENGLAND. The The LIFE and DEATH of RICHARD III. ACTI. SCENE I. N The COURT. Enter Richard Duke of Gloucefter, folus. OW is the Winter of our discontent Made glorious fummer by this Sun of York: And all the clouds that lowr'd upon our house, In the deep bofom of the ocean bury'd. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, I majesty, Το |