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Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service With such contempt? made I him king for this ? ' O, let me think on Hastings; and be gone To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Erit.
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
A book of prayers on their pillow lay;
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
Enter King Richard.
K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news?
Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge
K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead?
And buried, gentle Tyrrel ? Tyr. The chaplain of the tower hath buried them ; But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell, till then. Tyr.
I humbly take my leave. [Erit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pennd up
close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night, Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more
Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.
The Same. Before the Palace.
Enter Queen MARGARET.