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for me;

For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. At any time to grace my stratagems.
Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.

But what, is Catesby gone?

Glo. He is; and see, he brings the mayor along. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve That do conspire my death with devilish plots, Enter the Lord Mayor and CaTray, Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.---Lord pon my body with their hellish charms?

mayor, Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my Glo. Look to the drawbridge there. lord,

Buck.

Hark, hark ! a druin. Makes me most forward in this noble presence Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. To doom the offenders : Whosoe'er they be, Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

for you,--Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies, evil.

Buck. God and our innocence defend and Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm

guard us! ls, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with Laatings' Head. And this is Edward's wife, that monstrouswitch, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,

Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff

and Lovel. That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble

Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, lord,

[pet,

The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. Glo. If!'thou protector of this damped strum- I took him for the plainest harinless creature,

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man,that I must weep. Talk'st thou to me of ifs?--Thou art a traitor :- That breath'd upon the earth a Christian ; Oft with his head: now, by Saint Paul, I swear, Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded I will not dine until I see the same.

The history of all her secret thoughts: Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done;

So smooth he daub'd his vice with showof virtue, The rest that love me, rise and follow me. (Exeunt Council, with Glo.and BUCK.

That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-Hast. Woe! woe, for England! not a whit

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,

He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. For I, too fond, might have prevented this:

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shel.

ter'd traitor Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm; That ever livd.-Look you, my lord mayor, But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

Would you imagine, or almost believe, Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did

(Were't not, that by great preservation stumble, And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, This day had plotted in the council-house,

We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor As loath to bear me to the slanghter-house.

To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? 0, now I want the priest that spake to me :

May. What! had he so? I now repent I told the pursuivant,

Glo. What! think you we are Turks or infidels, As too triumphing, how mine enemies,

Or that we would against the form of law, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher's,

Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; And I myself secure in grace and favour.

But that the extreme peril of the case, O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse

The peace of England, and our person's safety Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.

Entorc d us to this execution? (death: Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duku would be

May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his at diunur; Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. To warn false traitors from the like attempts.

And your good graces both have well proceeded, Hast. () momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! After he once fell in with mistress Shore.

I never look'd for better at his hands, Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,

Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;

Until your lordship came to see his end; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down

Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Into the fatal bowels of the deep. [exclaim.

Somewhat agaiustour meaning, hath prevented In. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to Because, iny lord, we would have had you heard

Hast. O, bloody Richard !--miserable Eng: The traitor speak, and timorously confess 1 prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, [land! The manner and the purpose of his treasons ; That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Unto the citizens, who haply, may

That you might well have signitied the same They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.

Miscontrue us in him, and wail his death. [E.count.

May. But, my good lord, your grace's word SCENE V. The same. The Tower Walls.

shall serve, Enter GLOs1 Erand BUCKINGHAM,in rusty armour, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak: marvellous ill favoured.

And do not doubt, right noble princes both, Glo. Come, cousin, can'st thou quake, and But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens change thy colour ?

With all your just proceedings in this case. Murder thy breath in middle of a word, - Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship And then again begin, and stop again,

here, As if thouwert distraught, and mad with terror? To avoid the censures of the carping world. Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep trage Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, dian:

Yet wituess what you hear we did intend : Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,

[Exit Lord Mayor. Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham. Are at my service, like enforced smiles; The mayor towards Guildhall hies nim in all And both are ready in their offices,

post

There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Withal, I did infer yonr lineaments,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Being the right idea of your father,
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Both in your form and nobleness of mind :
Only for saying-he would make his son Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed his house, Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,

Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
And bestial appetite in change of lust; (wives, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, And when my oratory grow to an end,
Even where his lustful eye, or savage heart, I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Without control, listed to make his prey. Cry--God save Richard, England's royal kiny!
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person : Glo. And did they so?

(word; Tell them, when that my mother went with child Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not it Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,

But like dumb statues, or breathless stones, My princely father, then had wars in France; Stard on each other, and look'd deadly pale. And, by just computation of the time, Which when I saw, I reprehended them; Found that the issue was not his begot: And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful Which well appeared in his lineaments,

silence; Being nothing like the noble duke my father: His answer was,-the people were not us’d Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off; To be spoke to, but by the recorder. Because my lord, you know, my mother lives. Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again:

Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator, Thus sith the duke, thus hath the duke inferrd; As if the golden fee, for which I plead, But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. When he had done, some followers of mine own, Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay- At lower end o' the hall, hurld up their caps, nard's castle;

And some ten voices cried, God save King Where you shall tind me well accompanied,

Richard ! With reverend fathers, and well learned bishops. And thus I took the vantage of those few,

Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I'; Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. This general applause and cheerful shoul,

[Exit BucKINGHAM. Argues your visulom, and your love to Richard : Glo. Go,Lovel, with all speel to doctor Shaw,- And even here brake off and came away. Gothou{to Cat.) to friar Penker;--bid them both Glo. What tongueless blocks were they : Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. Would they not speak?

(Exeunt Luvel and Catesby. Will not the mayor then, and his brethren,come? Now will I in, to take some privy order

Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;

some fear; And to give notice that no manner of person Be no: yon spoke with, but by mighty suit; Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. (Exit. And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,

And stand between two churchmen, good niy SCENE VI. A Streel.

lord: Enter a Scrivener.

For on that ground I'll make a holy descant: Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord And be not easily won to our requests; Hastings;

Piay the maid's part, still answer nay, and take Which in a set hand fairly is engrossid,

Glo. I go; An if you plead as well for them, That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. As I can say nay to thee for myself, And mark liow well the sequel hangs together:- No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue. Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor For yesternight by Catesby wus it sent me;

knocks.

(Exit GLOSTER. The precedent was full as long a doing : Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here: Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty. I think the duke will not be spoke withal.Jlere's a good world the while!-Who is so gross, Enter from the Castle, CATESBY. That cannot see this palpable device?

Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my reYet who so bold, but says-he sees it not?

quest?

Llori, Bad is the world; and all will come t) nought, Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble When such bad dealing must be seen in thougit. To visit him to-morrow, or next day:

(txit. lle is within, with two right reverend fathers, SCENE VII.

Divinely bent to meditation ; The Same Court of Baynard's Castle.

And in no worldly suit would he be mor'd,

To draw him from his holy exercise. (duke; Enter GLOSTER and BuckINGHAM mecting. Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracions Glo. How now, how now? what say the Tell him, myself, the mayor, and aldermen, citizens?

In deep desigus, in matter of great moment, Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, No less importing than our general good, The citizens are mum, say not & word.

Are come to have some conference with his Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Eilward's grice. children?

Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. Buck. I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,

[Erit. And his contract by deputy in France:

Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an The insatiate greediness of his desires, He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, [Edward; And his enforcement of the city wives; But on his knees at meditation; His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, As being got, your father then in France: But meditating with two deep divines; And his resemblance, being not like the duke. Not sleeping, to engross his idlu boudy

But praying, to enrich his watchful soul : I Best fitteth my degree or your condition:
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince 1f, not to answer, --yon might haply think
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should Which fondly you would here impose on me
say us nay!

(again:- If to reprove you for this suit of yours, Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes So season'd with your faithful love to me, Re-enter CATESBY.

Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. Now, Catesby, what says his grace? (sembled Therefore,--to speak, and to avoid the first;

Cate. He wonders to what end you have as. Aud then in speaking not to incur the last, Such troops of citizens to come to him,

Definitively thus I answer you. His grace not being warn'd thereof before; Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him, Unmeritable, shuns your high request.

Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should First, if all obstacles were cut away, Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: And that my path were even to the crown, By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; As the ripe revenue and due of birth; And so once more return and tell his grace. Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

(Ecit CATESBY. So mighty, and so many, my defects, [ness, When holy and devout religions men

That I would rather hide me from my greatAre at their beads,'tis hard to draw them thence; Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Than in my greatness covet to be hid, Enter GLOSTER in a Gallery above, between two And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. Bishops. CATESBY returns.

But, God be thankd, there is no need of me: May. See, where his grace stands, 'tween two (And much I need to help you, if need were); clergymen!

(prince, The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, To stay him from the fall of vanity;

Will well become the seat of majesty, And, see, a book of prayer in his hand; And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign True ornaments to know a man.

On him I lay what you would lay on Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, The right and fortune of his happy stars, Lend favourable ear to our requests;

Which, God defend, that I should wring from And pardon is the interruption

him!

[gruce; Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal. Duck. My lord, this argues conscience in your

Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, I rather do beseech you pardon me,

All circumstances well considered, Who, earnest in the service of my God, You say, that Edward is your brother's son; Neglect the visitation of my friends.

So say we too, but not by Edward's wife : But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? For first he was contract to Lady Luey, Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God Your mother lives a witness to his vow; above,

And afterwards by substitute betroth'd
And all good men of this ingoverned isle. To Bona, sister to the king of France.

Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, These buth put hy, a poor petitioner,
That seems disgracions in the city's eye; A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
Ard that you coine to reprehend my ignorance. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might Even in the afternoon of her best days,
please your grace,

Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
On our entreaties, to amend your fault! [land ? Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts

Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian To base declension, and loath'd bigamy: Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you Ry her, in his unlawful bed, he got resign

This Edward, whom our manners call the prince. The supreme seat, the throne majestical, More bitterly could I expostulate, The sceptred office, of your ancestors,

Save that, for reverence to some alive, Your state of fortune and your due of birth, I give a sparing limit to my tongue. The lineal glory of your royal house,

Then, good my lord, take to your royal self To the corruption of a blemish'd stock: This proffer'd benefit of dignity ;, Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts If not to bless us and the land withal, Which here we waken to our country's good), Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; From the corruption of abusing time, Her face defac'd with scars of infamy, Unto a lineal true-derived course. [you. Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, Vay. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat And almost shonlder'd in the swallowing gulf Buch. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd Of dark forgetfulness, and deep oblivion.

love.

(ful suit. Which to secure, we heartily solicit

Cate. O, make them joyful, grant their lasYour gracious self to take on you the charge Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares And kingly government of this your laud : I am unfit for state and majesty : (on me? Not as protector, steward, substitute,

I do beseech you, take it not amiss; Or lowly factor for another's gain:

I cannot, nor I will not yield to you. But as successively, from blood to blood,

Buck. If you refuse it, -as in love and zeal, Your right of birth, your empery, your own Loath to depose the child, your brother's son; For this, consorted with the citizens,

As well we know your tenderness of heart, Your very worshipful and loving friends, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, And by their vehement instigation,

Which we have noted in you to your kindred, In this just suit come I to move your grace. And equally, indeed, to all estates,

Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,

Your brother's sou shall never reign our king;

But we will plant some other in your throne; Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly To the disgrace and downfall of your house.

title! And, in this resolution, here we leave you;

Hath he set bounds between their love and me? Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?

[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens. Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept

them,

(mother: their suit;

Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their If you deny them, all the land will rue it. Then bring me to their siglats; I'll bear thy Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of blame, cares?

And take thy office from thee, on my peril. Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; But penetrable to your kind entreaties, I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.' [Erit Catesby.

[Exit BRAKEXBURY, Albeit against my conscience and my soul.-

Enter STANLEY.
Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest.

Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour Cousin of Buckingham,--and you sage, grave

hence, men,

And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, Since you will buckle fortune on my back,

And reverend looker on of two fair queens.To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, Come,madam,youmust straight to Westminster, I must have patience to endure the load :

[To the DUCHESS OF GLOSTER. But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,

There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Attend the sequel of your imposition,

Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder! Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, From all the impure blots and stains thereof; Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. For God he knows, and you may partly see,

Anne. Despiteful tidings; 0) unpleasing news! How far I am from the desire of this.

Dor. Be of good cheer :-Mother, how fares May. God bless your grace! we see it, and your grace?

(gone, will say it.

Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee Glo. In saying so, you shall bnt say the truth. Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title-Thy mother's name is ominous to children: Long live King Richard England's worthy king! If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, AU. Amen.

(crown'd. And live with Richinond from the reach of hell Buck, To-morrow may it please yon to be Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Glo. Even when you please, since you will Lest thou increase the number of the dead; have it so.

[grace; And make medie thethrall of Margaret'scurse,Buck. To-morrow then we will attend

Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen

your And so, most joyfully, we take our leave.

Stan Full of wise care is this your counsel, Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again.

madam:

[To the Bishops. Take all the swift advantage of the hours ; Farewell, good cousin;-farewell, gentle friends. You shall have letters from me to my son

In [E.cuni.

your behalf, to meet you on the way:
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery k
O my accursed womb, the bed of death;

A cockatrice hast thon hatch'd to the world,
SCENE I. Before the Tower.

Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! (was sent

Stun. Come, madam, come; I in all haste Enter on one sid,QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.-

YORK, awl MARQUIS OF Dorset; on the other, o, would to God, that the inclusive verge ANNE, DUCHESS OF GLOSTER, leading Lady of golden metal, that must round my brow, MARGARET PLANTAGENET, Clarence's young Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain ! Daughter.

Anointed let me be with deadly venom; Duch. Who meets us here?-my niece Plan- Anddie, ere men can say-God save the queen! tagenet,

Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; Led by the hand of her kind annt of Gloster?

To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, Ann. No! why?-When he, that is my husOn pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince. band now Daughter, well met.

Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse ; Anne.

God give your graces both When scarce the blood was well wash'd from A happy and a joyful time of day!

his hands, Q. Eliz. As inuch to you, good sister! Whi- Which issu'd from my other angel husband, ther away?

(guess, And that dead saint which then 1 weeping folAnne. No further than the Tower; and, as I low'd ; Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

0, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, To gratulate the gentle princes there. [together: This was my wish,-- Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, 0. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all for making me, so young, so old a widoro! Enter BRAKENPURY.

And, when thoni red'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. And be thy rife (if any be so mad), Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, More miserable by the life of thee, How doth the prince, and my young son of York? Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!

Brak. Right well, dear madan: By your pa- Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, I may not suffer you to visit them; [tience, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Grossly grew captive to his honey words, Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?

And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse: Brak,

I mean, the lord protector. / Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest:

Art Fourth.

Boy,

me.

For never get one hour in his bed

High-reaching Buckingham grows circumDid I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,

[spert But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Page, My lord.

[rupting gold Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; K. Hich. Know'st thou not any whom corAnd will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me. Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy com Page. I know a discontented gentleman, plaining.

(for yours. Whose humble means match not his haughty Anne. No more that with my soul I mourn Gold were as good as twenty orutors, [mind; Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! And will no doubt tempt him to anything. Anne. Adieu, poor soul, thou tak'st thy leave K. Rich. What is his name? of it!

Page. His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune K. Rich. I partly know the man: Go, call guide thee! [ TO DORSET. him hither, boy:

[Ecit Page. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! - The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

(To ANNE. No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels : Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts pos-Hath he so long held out with me untird, sess thee!

[T. Q. ELIZABETH. And stops he now for breath ?--well, be it so. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!

Enter STANLEY.
Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.

How now,Lord Stanley? what's the news?

Stan.
Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back with me unto the marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fied

Know, my loving lord, the Tower. Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,

To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.

K. Kich. Come hither, Catesby : rumour it Whom envy hath immurd within your walls! abroad, Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; Rude ragged nurse! old sullen playfellow I will take order for her keeping close. For tender princes, use my babies well! So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.

Inquire me out some mean born gentleman,

Whom I will marry straight to Clarence'daugh-.

(Eseunt. ter> SCENE II. A Room of state in the Palace. The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his Look, how thou dream'st !-- I say again, giveont,

throne ; BUCKINGHAM, Catesby, a l'age, and That Anue my queen is sick, and like to die: Others.

About it: for it stands me much upon,

To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Buck

[Exit CATESBY. ingham,

I must be married to my brother's daughter, Buck. My gracious sovereign. [thy advice, Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass ; -

K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high by Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
And thy assistance, is King Richard seated :- Uncertain way of gain! But I ain in
But shall we wear these glories for a day? So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.-
Buck, Still live they, and forever let them last!
K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the

Re-enter Page, with TYRREL,
touch,

Is thy name-Tyrrel?

[subject. To try if thou be current gold, indeeed :

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient Young Edward lives;—Think now what I would

K. Rich. Art thou, indeed? speak.

Tyr.

Prove me, my gracious lord. Buck. Say on, my loving lord.

K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would

of mine?

[enemies. be king.

Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned

K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep liege.

enemies, K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Ea- Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Puck True, noble prince. [ward lives.

Are they that I would have thee deal upon : K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. That Edward still should live,-- true, noble

Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, prince!

And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Cousin, thon wast not wont to be so dull:

K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;

come hither, Tyrrel; And I would have it suddenly perform d.

Go, by this token :- Rise and lend thine ear : What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief.

[Whispers. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.

There is no more but so ;-Say, it is done, K. Rich. Tut, tat, thou art all ice, thy kind- And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it ness freezes :

Tyr. I will despatch it straight. (Exit. Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die ?

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause,

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind Before I positively speak in this: [dear lord, The late demand that you did sound me in. I will resolve your grace immediately.

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to

(Exit BUCKINGHAM. Buck. I hear the news, my lord. (Richmond. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. K. Rich. Stanley, he's your wife's son :- Well, [ Aside look to it.

(promise. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by

[Descends from his Throne. For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd: And unrespective boys: none are for me, The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, That look into me with considerate eyes; Which you have promised I shall possess.

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