And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. Take all the swift advantage of the hours; Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!- Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge Anne. No! why ?-When he, that is my husband now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands, 2 A serpent supposed to originate from a cock's egg. O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, And, when thou weď'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! Even in so short a space, my woman's heart And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse: Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining. yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it!. Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee! [To DORSET, Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! [TO ANNE. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee! [To Q. ELIZABETH. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. 5 5 Sorrow. Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, SCENE II. A Room of State in the Palace. Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others. K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham, Buck. My gracious sovereign. K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy advice, And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :— Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? To try if thou be current gold, indeed : Young Edward lives; Think now what I would 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 Edward lives. Buck. True, noble prince. K. Rich. O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live,-true, noble prince! Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :- What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes : Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, dear lord, Before I positively speak in this : 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:7 none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes ;- Page. My lord. 7 Inconsiderate. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: Gold were as good as twenty orators, And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. K. Rich. What is his name? Page. His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him hither, boy. The deep-revolving witty 9 Buckingham [Exit Page. No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels : Enter STANLEY. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news? Stan. Know, my loving lord, The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. Look, how thou dream'st!-I say again, give out, |