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About it; for it stands me much upon,'
To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me.-

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?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?

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

Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deala 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 musick. Hark, come

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.

2 Act.

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
The late demand that you did sound me in.
K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to

Buck. I hear the news, my

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

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 prophecy, that Richmond should be king,
When Richmond was a little peevisha 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 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;

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Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Buck. My lord,
K. Rich.

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.


The same.


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.
Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this piece of ruthless s butchery,
Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,
Wept like two children, in their death's sad story.
O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms:
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay;
Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind;
But, O, the devilthere the villain stopp'd;
When Dighton thus told on,--we smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er she fran'd.-
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,
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 loid!

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,

3 Merciless.

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

His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
And Anne


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.


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 Rich

mond ;

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.

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