For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve That do conspire my death with devilish plots, Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms?
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble presence
To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with Hastings' Head. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff and Lovel.
Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me."
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
lord,-
[pet,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strum- I took him for the plainest harmless 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;
Off with his head: now, by Saint Paul, I swear,
I will not dine until I see the same.-
Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done;
The rest that love me, rise and follow me.
[Exeunt Council, with GLO. and BUCK. Hast. Woe! woe, for England! not a whit
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did
stumble,
And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies,
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be
at diuner;
Make a short shrift, he longs to sec your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep. [exclaim.
Lov. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to
Hast. O, bloody Richard!-miserable Eng-
I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, [land!
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.-
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head;
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V. The same. The Tower Walls. Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM,in rusty armour, marvellous ill favoured.
Glo. Come, cousin, can'st thou quake, and change thy colour?
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,-
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thouwert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep trage-
dian:
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:
So smooth he daub'd his vice with showof virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,-
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor
That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, you imagine, or almost believe, (Were't not, that by great preservation This day had plotted in the council-house, We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? May. What! had he so?
Glo. What! think you we are Turks,or infidels, Or that we would against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England, and our person's safety Enforc'd us to this execution? [death;
May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his To warn false traitors from the like attempts. And your good graces both have well proceeded, After he once fell in with mistress Shore. I never look'd for better at his hands,
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, Until your lordship came to see his end; Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented Because, my lord, we would have had you heard The manner and the purpose of his treasons; The traitor speak, and timorously confess Unto the citizens, who haply, may That you might well have signified the same Miscontrue us in him, and wail his death. May. But, my good lord, your grace's word
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Yet wituess what you hear we did intend: And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. [Exit Lord Mayor.
Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham. The mayor towards Guildhall hies nim in all post:
There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen,
Only for saying-he would make his son
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed his house,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
And bestial appetite in change of lust; [wives,
Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,
Even where his lustful eye, or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:—
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found that the issue was not his begot:
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,-
Being the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind:
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
And when my oratory grew to an end,
I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry-God save Richard, England's royal king!
Glo. And did they so?
[word;
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a
But like dumb statues, or breathless stones,
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful
silence;
His answer was,-the people were not us'd
To be spoke to, but by the recorder.
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again:
Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own,
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay-At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
Where you shall find me well accompanied,
With reverend fathers, and well learned bishops.
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock,
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM.
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,-
Gothou[to CAT.] to friar Penker;-bid them both
Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
[Exeunt LOVEL and CATESBY.
Now will I in, to take some privy order
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
And to give notice that no manner of person
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [Exit.
SCENE VI. A Street.
Enter a Scrivener.
And some ten voices cried, God save King
Richard!
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit;
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And stand between two churchmen, good my
lord:
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;
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
[it. Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take Glo. I go; An if you plead as well for them, As I can say nay to thee for myself,
And mark how well the sequel hangs together:-No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,
For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me;
The precedent was full as long a doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
Here's a good world the while!-Who is so gross,
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who so bold, but says-he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,|
When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. To visit him to-morrow, or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation;
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
[Exit GLOSTER.
Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens
Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here:
I think the duke will not be spoke withal.-
Enter from the Castle, CATESBY.
Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my re-
quest?
[lord,
Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble
The Same. Court of Baynard's Castle. Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM meeting. Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens?
Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The citizens are mum, say not a word.
Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's
Buck. I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,
And his contract by deputy in France:
The insatiate greediness of his desires,
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trities; his own bastardy,-
As being got, your father then in France:
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd,
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious
Tell him, myself, the mayor, and aldermen,
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his
grace.
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.
[Exit.
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, [Edward;
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: | Best fitteth my degree or your condition:
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince | If, not to answer,-you might haply think
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should
say us nay!
Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me.
[again: If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
Therefore,-to speak, and to avoid the first;
And then in speaking not to incur the last,-
Definitively thus I answer you.
Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes
Re-enter CATESBY.
Now, Catesby, what says his grace? [sembled
Cate. He wonders to what end you have as-
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before;
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him,
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love;
And so once more return and tell his grace.
L Erit CATESBY.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Enter GLOSTER in a Gallery above, between two
Bishops. CATESBY returns.
May. See, where his grace stands, 'tween two
clergymen !
[prince,
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian
To stay him from the fall of vanity;
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
True ornaments to know a holy man.-
Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requests;
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal.
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology;
I rather do beseech you pardon me,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Neglect the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God
above,
And all good men of this ungoverned isle.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence,
That seems disgracious in the city's eye;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might
please your grace,
On our entreaties, to amend your fault! [land?
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you
resign
The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
The sceptred office, of your ancestors,
Your state of fortune and your due of birth,
The lineal glory of your royal house,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock:
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts
Which here we waken to our country's good),
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs;
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf
Of dark forgetfulness, and deep oblivion.
Which to secure, we heartily solicit
Your gracious self to take on you the charge
And kingly government of this your land:
Not as protector, steward, substitute,
Or lowly factor for another's gain:
But as successively, from blood to blood,
Your right of birth, your empery, your own
For this, consorted with the citizens,
Your very worshipful and loving friends,
And by their vehement instigation,
In this just suit come I to move your grace.
Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert
Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
So mighty, and so many, my defects, [ness,
That I would rather hide me from my great-
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,-
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me:
(And much I need to help you, if need were);
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
Will well become the seat of majesty,
And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign
On him I lay what you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars,-
Which, God defend, that I should wring from
him!
[grace;
Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your
But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumstances well considered,
You say, that Edward is your brother's son;
So say we too, but not by Edward's wife:
For first he was contract to Lady Lucy,
Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
And afterwards by substitute betroth'd
To Bona, sister to the king of France.
These both put by, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
To base declension, and loath'd bigamy:
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
More bitterly could I expostulate,
Save that, for reverence to some alive,
I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
This proffer'd benefit of dignity;
If not to bless us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
From the corruption of abusing time,
Unto a lineal true-derived course.
May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat
Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd
love.
[ful suit.
Cate. O, make them joyful, grant their law-
Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares
I am unfit for state and majesty:-
I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
I cannot, nor I will not yield to you.
Buck. If you refuse it, as in love and zeal,
Loath to depose the child, your brother's son;
As well we know your tenderness of heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
And equally, indeed, to all estates,-
Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, Your brother's sou shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in your throne; To the disgrace and downfall of your house. And, in this resolution, here we leave you; Come, citizens, we will entreat no more.
[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens. Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept: their suit;
If you deny them, all the land will rue it. Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares?
Well, call them again: I am not made of stone, But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
[Exit CATESBY, Albeit against my conscience and my soul.Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest. Cousin of Buckingham,-and you sage, grave
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no,
I must have patience to endure the load:
But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God he knows, and you may partly see,
How far I am from the desire of this.
May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.
Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title,Long live King Richard England's worthy king! [crown'd. Buck. To-morrow may it please yon to be Glo. Even when you please, since you will [grace; Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again.[To the Bishops. Farewell, good cousin;-farewell, gentle friends. [Exeunt,
SCENE I. Before the Tower. Enter on one side,QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF YORK, and MARQUIS OF DORSET; on the other, ANNE, DUCHESS OF GLOSTER, leading LADY MARGARET PLANTAGENET, Clarence's young Daughter.
Duch. Who meets us here?-my niece Plantagenet,
Led by the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster? Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince.Daughter, well met.
God give your graces both
A happy and a joyful time of day!
Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whi-
ther away?
[guess,
Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I
Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
To gratulate the gentle princes there. [together:
Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all
Enter BRAKENBURY.
And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your pa-
I may not suffer you to visit them; [tience,
The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
Q. Elis. The king! who's that?
Brak,
I mean, the lord protector.
![[blocks in formation]](https://books.google.co.uk/books/content?id=6YBK0UvA7xoC&output=html_text&pg=PA522&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=editions:HARVARDHN3BEF&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U3HwuUo7iXEI0HlsaFNHr9dWn9XUg&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=520,109,416,263)
Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
And reverend looker on of two fair queens.-
Come,madam,youmust straight to Westminster,
[To the DUCHESS of Gloster.
There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.
Anne. Despiteful tidings; O unpleasing news!
Dor. Be of good cheer:-Mother, how fares
[gone,
Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee
Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
Thy mother's name is ominous to children:
If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
And live with Richmond from the reach of hell
Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house,
Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
And make medie thethrall of Margaret'scurse,-
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen
Stan Full of wise care is this your counsel,
madam:-
Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
You shall have letters from me to my son
In your behalf, to meet you on the way:
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!-
O my accursed womb, the bed of death;
A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murderous! [was sent
Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste
Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.--
O, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!
Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Anne. No! why?-When he, that is my hus
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands,
Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
This was my wish,--Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife (if any be so mad),
More miserable by the life of thee,
Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words,
And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse:
Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest:
For never yet one hour in his bed
Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy com-
plaining.
[for yours.
Anne. No more that with my soul I mourn
Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
Anne. Adieu, poor soul, thou tak'st thy leave
of it!
Buckingham grows circum[spect Page. My lord. [rupting gold K. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corWould tempt unto a close exploit of death? Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty Gold were as good as twenty orators, (mind; And will no doubt tempt him to anything. K. Rich. What is his name? Page.
His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. Duch. Go thon to Richmond, and good fortune K. Rich. I partly know the man: Go, call guide thee![To DORSET. him hither, boy.[Exit 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 untir'd, sess thee! [To 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. Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back with me unto the Tower.
![[blocks in formation]](https://books.google.co.uk/books/content?id=6YBK0UvA7xoC&output=html_text&pg=PA523&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=editions:HARVARDHN3BEF&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U2dVyN63bGpj17nmIgJmxd2ftQzqg&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=77,508,403,218)
K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Buckingham,
Buck. My gracious sovereign. [thy advice, K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high by And thy assistance, is King Richard seated: But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last! K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold, indeeed:Young Edward lives;-Think now what I would speak.
Buck. Say on, my loving lord.
K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king.
Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege.
K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Ed-
Buck True, noble prince. [ward lives.
K. Rich.
O bitter consequence,
That Edward still should live,-true, noble
prince!-
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull:
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief.
Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.
K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kind-
Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die?
Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, Before I positively speak in this: [dear lord, I will resolve your grace immediately.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. Aside.
K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, [Descends from his Throne. And unrespective boys: none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes;
How now, Lord Stanley? what's the news?
Stan.
The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled
Know, my loving lord,
To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.
K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it
abroad,
That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some mean born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daugh-
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.-
Look, how thou dream'st!--I say again, give out,
That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die:
About it: for it stands me much upon,
To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage
[Exit CATESBY.
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :-
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.-
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.
Is thy name-Tyrrel?
[subject.
Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient
K. Rich. Art thou, indeed?
Tyr.
Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? [enemies.
Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two 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, And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel;
Go, by this token :-Rise and lend thine ear:
[Whispers.
There is no more but so;-Say, it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it
Tyr. I will despatch it straight. [Exit.
Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.
Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind
The late demand that you did sound me in.
K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is filed to
Buck. I hear the news, my lord. [Richmond.
K. Rich. Stanley, he's your wife's son:-Well,
look to it.
[promise.
Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd: The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I shall possess.
|