SCENE III. KING RICHARD III. With such contempt? made I him king for this? 117 To Brecknock,1 while my fearful head is on. [Exit. SCENE III. The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; That ever yet this land was guilty of. 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 changed my mind; ་ But, O, the devil!' there the villain stopp'd; Where his castle was situated. 118 KING RICHARD III. ACT IV. That, from the prime creation, e'er she framed.' Enter KING Richard. And here he comes. All health, my sovereign lord! 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? 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. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Farewell till then. Tyr. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night. SCENE III. KING RICHARD III. Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond 1 aims Cates. My lord, Enter CATESBY. 119 K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly? Cates. Bad news, my lord: Morton is fled to Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh men, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. 2 K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary : Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. [Exeunt. 1 The country in which Richmond had taken refuge. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction 1 am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here? Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and DUCHESS OF YORK. Q. Eli. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! And hear your mother's lamentation! Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Duch. So many miseries have crazed my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute, 1 Preface, introduction. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eli. 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. 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, [sitting down. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! Q. Eli. 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. Ah, who hath any cause to mourn but we? [sitting down by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, Give mine the benefit of seniory,1 And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. [sitting down with them. 1 Seniority. |