What wit so sharpe is found in age or youth, That can distinguish trust from treacherie? Falsehood puts on the face of simple truth, And maskes in th’habit of plaine honestie, When she in heart intends most villanie: The panther with sweet sauour of her breath First charmes their sense, whom she hath markt for death. 2. Of which that future time may mirrours haue By the fourth _Edward’s_ murdered progenie, Vp (brother) vp and let vs leaue our graue In this night’s vision call’d by Memorie, To tell the truth of our sad tragedie, That princes happily by vs may learne Trust from false treason truly to discerne. 3. And thou, O mournefull muse, that didst of yore Th’iniurious wrongs of many a prince complaine, Helpe two deposed princes to deplore The wretched fortunes which they did sustaine: Matter thou hast that fits a ruthfull straine, How _Richard’s_ treason twixt the sheets did smother The infant orphants of his kingly brother. 4. That we may keepe decorum in discourse, And into order may digest it well, Let vs alternally succeed in course: And that we turne by turne may truly tell Of euery circumstance, as it befell, (Brother) do you begin to mind to call Our vncle’s treason and our tragicke fall. _Edward._ Must I begin those bloodie pathes to goe, In which the prints of _Gloster’s_ steps remaine? Draw neere then all, that list to heare of woe, And while our restlesse wrongs I do complaine, If you lament our losse of life and raigne, Your sighes soft breathed in still plaints of pitie, Be the sad musike to our dolefull dittie. 6. The sonnes we are of that renowned lord _Edward_ the fourth, who did the right restore To _Yorke_ againe with his victorious sword: Which _Lancaster_ in three descents that wore, The royall crowne had kept from vs before, Ending those iarres, which _Gaunt’s_ ambitious son With royall _Richard’s_ blood had first begun. 7. Three brothers had he, whom by fate’s sterne will, Remorselesse death vntimely did deuoure, _Rutland’s_ yong earle, whom _Clifford’s_ sword did kill, _Clarence_, that duke, who in the fatall tower In Malmsey But did meet his liue’s last houre: _Richard_ the yongest, who was stain’d with guilt Of _Clarence_ blood and ours, both which he spilt. 8.