Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!

[TO ANNE.

Go thou to sanctuary and good thoughts possess thee!

[To Queen 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. Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the Tower.

Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, “
Whom envy bath immur'd within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
Rude ragged nurse! old fullen play-fellow
For tender Princes, use my babies well!
So foolish sorrow hids your stones farewell.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

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 Buck

ingham,

Buck. My gracious Sovereign. (duseta. Likar 3
K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy
advice,

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?.

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Buck. Still live they grand for ever let them anz A

last!

423 K. Rich Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the

touch,

To try it thou be current gold, indeed:

Young Edward lives;

Think now what I would speakio 27057

Buck. Say on ju my loving Lord.god lo

K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be King.

Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned Liege 331

K. Rich, Ha! am I King? 'Tis so; but Edward lives. པན་བྱཞེནཏོག་ག

'Buck. True, noble Prince.

K. Rich. O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live,"

Prince!

true, noble

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, tút, thou art all ice, thy kind-
SULI D
ness freezes :

Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die ? Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, dear Lord,2

Before I positively speak in this :
I will resolve your Grace immediately.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM.
Cates 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:
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
Boy,

Page. My Lord.

K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom cor

rupting gold

Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
Page. I know a discontented gentleman, an
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 Buckingham

[Exit Page."

No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels:
Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,
And stops he now for breath?

well, be it

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 were he abides.
K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby:

abroad,

rumour it

That Anne my wife is very grievons sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.
Enquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daugh-

ter:

The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
Look, how thou dream'st!

out,

I say again, give

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

me.

[Exit CATESBY. I must be marry'd to my brother's daughter, Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass: Murder her brothers, and then

Uncertain way of gain! But Farry her!

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?

Tyr. Prove me, my gracious Lord.

K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of

Tyr. Please you;

mine?

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, And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet musick. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel; Rise, and lend an ear: [Whispers

Go, by this token:

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.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

[Exit:

Buck. My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind The late demand that you did sound me

in. SH K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

Buck. I hear the news, my Lords 1 Assä

K. Rich. Stanley,

Buck. My Lord, I

he is your wife's son: ~ Well look to it. claim the gift, my due by promise,

For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and

moveables,

wife; if she

Which you have promised I shall
K. Rich. Stanley, look to your

Did prophecy, that Richmond should be King,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
Ah King! perhaps wakandara

Buck. My Lord,

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K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not

at that time,

Have told me I being by, that I should kill

Buck. My Lord,

him?