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The royal stock has left us royal fruit,
suit. Glost. Alas! why would you heap this care on me: I am unfit for state and majesty. I thank you for your loves, but must declare (I do beseech you take it not amiss) I will not, dare not, must not, yield to you.
Buck. If you refuse us, through a soft remorseg
Glost. Call him again-[Exit Catesby.) you will
enforce me to
Enter BUCKINGHAM and Catesby,
will buckle fortune on my back,
will say it. Glost. You will but say the truth, my lord. Buck. My heart's so full, it scarce has vent for
words; My knee will better speak my duty, now! Long live our sovereign, Richard, king of England. Glost. Indeed, your words have touch'd me nearly,
cousin! Pray rise~I wish you could recall them. Buck. It would be treason, now, my lord; 10.
morrow, If it so please your majesty, from council Orders shall be given for your coronation.
Glost. E'en when you please, for you will have it so.
Buck, To-morrow then we will attend your majesty, And now we take our leaves with joy.
Glost. Cousin, adieu-my loving friends, farewell. I must unto my holy work again.
[Exeunt all but RICHARD. Why, now my golden dream is outAmbition, like an early friend, throws back
My curtains with an eager hand, o'erjoy'd
deeds. Th' aspiring youth, that fir'd the Ephesian dome, Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it. Conscience, lie still; more lives will yet be drain'd; Crowns got with blood, must be with blood maintain'd.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Queen, PRINCE EDWARD, DUKE OF YORK, Du
chess of YORK, and LADY ANNE, discovered. P. Ed. Pray, madam, do not leave me yet, For I have many more complaints to tell you.
Queen. And I unable to redress the least; What wouldst thou
P. Ed. Oh, mother, since I have lain i' the Tower, My rest has still been broke with frightful dreams, Or shocking news has wak'd me into tears :
say, my child ?
I'm scarce allow'd a friend to visit me;
Duch. of York. Oh, mournful hearing!
D. of York. Dear brother, why do you weep so? You make me cry too!
Queen. Alas, poor innocence!
P. Ed. 'Would I but knew at what my uncle aims;
D. of York. Why, will my uncle kill us, brother?
Enter Lord STANLEY.
long Despair'd of happy tidings; pray, what is't? Stanley. On Tuesday last, your noble kinsmen,
Duch. of York. Oh dismal tidings !
Queen. Why then let's welcome blood and massacre,
[Weeps. Enter CATESBY. Catesby. Madam, the king Has sent me to inform your majesty,
That you prepare (as is advis'd from council)
Queen. What do I hear! support me, Heav'n!
not For my soul find heart to tell
of it. Catesby. The king does farther wish your majesty Would less employ your visits at the Tower; He gives me leave t attend you to the court, And is impatient, madam, till he sees you. Lady A. Farewell to all! and thou, poor, injur'd
queen, Forgive the unfriendly duty I must pay.
Queen. Alas, kind soul, I envy not thy glory; Nor think I'm pleas'd thou’rt partner in our sorrow.
Lady A. Attend me! whither to be crown'd?
[Exit with CATESBY) Stanley. Take comfort, madam.
Queen. Alas, where is it to be found?
Stanley. In Brittany,
Duch. of York. Delay not, madam,
change Must surely better our condition.