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Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
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 ene
Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them,
hither, Tyrrel; Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear:
[Whispers. There is no more but so:-Say, it is done,
1 It is of the utmost consequence to my designs.
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
Tyr. I will despatch it straight.
Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind
lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son:- - Well,
look to it. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which
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
Buck. My lord,
Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,
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,
Buck. My lord,
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?
Upon the stroke Of ten.
K. Rich. Well, let it strike.
Why, let it strike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st
the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day.
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 With such contempt? made I him king for this? 0, let me think on Hastings ; and be gone To Brecknock, 4 while my fearful head is on. [Exiť.
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; The most arch deed of piteous massacre,
3 An image like those at St. Dunstan's church in Fleet-street.
4 His castle in Wales.
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
Enter King RichARD. And here he comes :-All health, my sovereign loid!
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. [Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pen'd up
wife hath bid the world good night.
Cate. My lord,
bluntly! Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton? is fled to Rich
And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh
men, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
R. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.
6 The country in which Richmond had taken refuge.
7 Bishop of Ely.