Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no. K. Rich. Tut, tut,] Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. 121 Exeunt all but Buckingham. Buck. And is it thus? Repays he my deep service SCENE III [The same.] Enter Tyrrel. 125 Exit. 5 Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done, I 11 Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. Which once," quoth Forrest, "almost chang'd my mind; 15 But O! the devil" there the villain stopp'd; Enter King Richard. And here he comes. All health, my sovereign lord! For it is done. K. Rich. Tyr. I did, my lord. But didst thou see them dead? K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Farewell till then. 30 34 Tyr. I humbly take my leave. Exit. Rat. My lord! Enter Ratcliff. 40 K. Rich. Good or bad news, that thou com'st in so bluntly? 45 Rat. Bad news, my lord. Morton is fled to Richmond; men, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary. 55 Exeunt. SCENE IV [Before the palace.] Enter old Queen Margaret. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France, hoping the consequence 5 Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret; who comes here? [Retires.] Enter Queen Elizabeth and the Duchess of York. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! And hear your mother's lamentation ! 10 Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right 15 Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet. 20 Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done? Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. 25 Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp❜d, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, [Sitting down.] Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! 30 Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a grave As thou canst yield a melancholy seat! Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here. [Sitting down by her.] Q. Mar. [Coming forward.] If ancient sorrow be most reverend, Give mine the benefit of seniory, And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. If sorrow can admit society, 35 [Sitting down with them.] [Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine.] I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; 40 |