me. To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage Is thy name-Tyrrel? Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. K. Rich. Art thou, indeed? Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine. Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep enemies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers. Are they that I would have thee deal upon : Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, Go, by this token:-Rise, and lend thine ear: Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. [Exit. Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind The late den and that you did sound me in. K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond. Buck. I hear the news, my lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he's your wife's son:-Well, look to it. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I shall possess. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. Buck. What says your highness to my just request? K. Rich. I do remember me,-Henry the Sixth Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king, When Richmond was a little peevish boy. A king!-perhaps Buck. My lord, K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time, Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Buck. My lord, your promise for the earl dom, K. Rich. Richmond!-When last I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle, And call'd it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I started; Because a bard of Ireland told me once, I should not live long after I saw Richmond. K. Rich. Buck. Ay, what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me. K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock ? Buck. Of ten. Upon the stroke Why, let it strike? K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. [Exeunt KING RICHARD and Train. Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep service [this? With such contempt? made I him king for O, let me think on Hastings; and be gone To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. SCENE III. The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; But, O, the devil-there the villain stopp'd: That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.- morse, They could not speak; and so I left them both, To bear this tidings to the bloody king. Enter KING RICHARD. And here he comes:-All health, my sovereign lord! K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news? Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? Tyr. I did, my lord. K. Rich. 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 penn'd 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. Enter CATESBY. Cate. My lord, K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly? Cate. Bad news, my lord; Morton is fled to Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh men, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Than Buckingham and his rash levied strength. Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. Enter QUEEN MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here? Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new appearing sweets! Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Duch. So many miseries have craz❜d my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute,Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was done? Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal. living ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp❜d, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, a grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. [Sitting down with them. |