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Scene II.-A Room of State in the Palace. Whose humble means match not his haughty

mind: Flourish of trumpets. Richard, as King; upon

Gold were as good as twenty orators, his throne ; Buckingham, Catesby, a Page

And will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.' and others. I n

** K. Rich. What is his name? K. Rich, Stand all apart.-Cousin of Bucks Page... His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. ingham,

K. Rich. I partly know the man: go, call Buck. My gracious sovereign.'

n him hither, boy.- (Exit Page. K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by The deep-revolving witty Buckingham thy advice

No more shall be the neighbour to my coun. And thy assistance, is King Richard seated :

sels. But shall we wear these glories for a day; Hath he so long beld out with me untired, Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? And stops he now for breath ?--well, be it so.Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last'

Enter STANLEY.' ' K. Rich. Ah Buckingham, now do I play the How now, Lord Stanley: what is the news? touch, ... :

Stan. · Know, my loving lord, To try if thou be current gold indeed.

The Marquis Dorset, as I hear, is filed Young Edward lives :- think now what I would To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. speak.

K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it Buck. Say on, my loving lord.

abroad K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say I would That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick : be king.

I will take order for her keeping close. Buck. Why so you are, my thrice-renownéd Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, liege.

Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughK. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Ed

ter: ward lives.

The boy is foolish, and I fear not him. Buck. True, noble prince.

Look, how thou dream'st!- I say again, give out K. Rich. O bitter consequence,

That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die: That Edward still should live." True, noble About it; for it stands me much upon prince!"

To stop all hopes whose growth 'may damage Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.

me.

[ Exit CATESBY, Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; I must be married to my brother's daughter, And I would have it suddenly performed. Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass. What say'st thou now?' speak suddenly; be Murder her brothers, and then marry her! brief.

Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.
K. Rich. Tat, tut, thou art all ice; thy kind Tear-fulling pity dwells not in this eye.-

ness freezés.'
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

. Re-enter Page, with Tyrrel.. Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, Is thy name Tyrrel? dear lord,

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient Before I positively speak in this :

subject. I will resolve your grace immediately. (Exit. K. Rich. Art thou indeed. Cate. The King is angry: see, he gnaws bis Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. lip.

[Aside. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools,

of mine? [Descends from his throne. Z'yr. Please you; but I had rather kill two And unrespective boys : none are for me

enemies. That look into me with considerate eyes :

K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it: two deep High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.

enemies, Boy,

Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Page. My lord.

Are they that I would have thee deal upon: K. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom cor Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. rupting gold

Tyr. Let me have open means to come in Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

them, Page. I know a discontented gentleman "And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

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K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hart, i for which your honour and your faith is pawned: come hither, Tyrrel:

The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables Go, by this token. Rise, and lend thine ear : Which you have promised I shall possess.

[Whispers. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife: if she There is no more but so. Say it is done,

convey And I will love thee and prefer thee for it. Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. Tyr. I will despatch it straight. [Exit. Buck. What says your highness to my just

request? Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Rich. I do remember me,—Henry the Buck. My lord, I have considered in my mind

sixth
The late demand that you did sound me in. Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is filed to When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
Richmond.

A king!—perhaps
Buck. I hear the news, my lord.

Buck. My lord,
K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son: well, K. Rich. How chance the prophet could not
look to it.

at that time Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by Have told me, I being by, that I should kill promise,

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Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom. i Hence both are gone with conscience and reK. Rich. Richmond !—When last I was at

morse ; Exeter,

They could not speak: and so I left them both, The mayor in courtesy shewed me the castle, To bear this tidings to the bloody King. And called it Rougemont: at which name, I started;

Enter King Richard. Because a bard of Ireland told me once

And here he comes.-All health, my sovercign I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

lord! Buck. My lord,

K. Rich, Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock? Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in ! Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in mind

charge Of what you promised me.

Beget your happiness, be happy then; K. Rich. Well, but what's o'clock?

For it is done. Buck. Upon the stroke of ten.

K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Tyr. I did, my lord. Buck. Why, let it strike?

K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried the stroke

them; Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. But where, to say the truth, I do not know. I am not in the giving vein to-day.

K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will

supper, or no.

When thou shalt tell the process of their death. K. Rich. Thou troublest me: I am not in the Meantime but think how I may do thee good,

vein. [Exeunt King Richard and Train. And be inheritor of thy desire. Buck. And is it thus! repays he my deep Farewell till then. service

Tyr. I humbly take my leave. (Exit. With such contempt! made I him king for this? K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penned O let me think on Hastings, and be gone

up close; To Brecknock while my fearful head is on.[Exit. His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage;

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,

And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night. Scene III.-- The same.

Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims

At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, Enter TYRREL.

And by that knot looks proudly on the crown, Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. The most arch deed of piteous massacre That ever yet this land was guilty of !

Enter Catesby. Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn

Cate. My lord, To do this piece of ruthless butchery,

K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st Albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs,

in so bluntly? Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton is filed to Wept like two children in their death's sad story.

Richmond; "O thus," quoth Dighton, “lay the gentle And Buckingham, backed with the hardy Welslababes :"

men, “Thus, thus," quoth Forrest, "girdling one an- | Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. other

K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me Within their alabaster innocent arms: .

more near Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,

Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. Which in their summer beauty kissed each other. Come: I have learned that fearful commenting A book of prayers on their pillow lay:

Is leaden servitor to dull delay : Which once," quoth Forrest, “ almost changed Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. my mind;

Then fiery expedition be my wing, But O, the devil"—there the villain stopped: Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! When Dighton thus told on:-“We smotheréd Go, muster men: my counsel is my shield: The most replenishéd sweet work of nature We must be brief when traitors brave the field. That, from the priine creation, e'er she framed."

(Exeunt.

Scene IV.-The same Before the Palace. I had an Edward till a Richard killed him;

I had a husband till a Richard killed him:
Enter Queen Margaret.

Thou hadst an Edward till a Richard killed him; Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, Thou hadst a Richard till a Richard killed him. And drop into the rotten mouth of death.

Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst Here in these confines slily have I lurked

kill him : To watch the waning of mine enemies.

I had a Rutland too; thou holpst to kill him. A dire induction am I witness to,

Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and And will to France ; hoping the consequence

Richard killed him. Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.

From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes A hellhound that doth hunt us all to death. here?

That dog that had his teeth before his eyes,

To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood; Enter Queen Elizabeth and the Duchess of

That foul defacer of God's handiwork;
YORK.

That excellent grand tyrant of the eartlı, Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes ! ah, my tender That reigns in galléd eyes of weeping souls, babes!

Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!. O upright, just, and true-disposing God, If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,

How do I thank thee that this carnal cur And be not fixed in doom perpetual,

Preys on the issue of his mother's body, Hover about me with your airy wings,

And makes her pewfellow with others' moan! And hear your mother's lamentation !

Duch. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my · Q. Mar. Hover about her: say that right for

woes : right

God witness with me I have wept for thine. Hath dimmed your infant morn to aged night. Q. Mar. Bear with me: I am hungry for reDuch. So many miseries have crazed my voice,

venge, T'hat my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. And now I cloy me with beholding it. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?

Thy Edward he is dead that killed my Edward ; Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet: Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.

Young York he is but boot, because both they Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle Match not the high perfection of my loss. lambs,

Thy Clarence he is dead that stabbed my Edward; And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? And the beholders of this tragic play, When didst thou sleep when such a deed was The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, done?

Untimely smothered in their dusky graves. R. Mar. When holy Harry died and my sweet Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer; son.

Only reserved their factor, to buy souls, Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal- i And send them thither. But at hand, at hand, living ghost,

Ensues his piteous and unpitied end : Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, usurped,

To have him suddenly conveyed from hence.Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, That I may live to say "The dog is dead!"

[Sitting down. Q. Eliz. O thou didst prophesy the time would Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood !

come Q. Eliz. Ah that thou wouldst as soon afford That I should wish for thee to help me curse a grave

That bottled spider, that foul hunchbacked toad. As thou canst yield a melancholy seat:

Q. Mar. I called thee then, “Vain flourish of Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here !

my fortune :" Ah, who hath any cause to mourn but we? I called thee then, “Poor shadow, painted queen:

(Sitting down by her. The presentation of but what I was; Q.Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, The flattering index of a direful pageant; Give mine the benefit of seniory,

One heaved a high, to be hurled down below: And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. A mother only mocked with two fair babes; If sorrow can admit society,

A dream of what thou wast; a garish flag, [Sitting down with them. To be the aim of every dangerous shot; Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine : A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble ;

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A queen in jest, only to fill the scene."

Enter King RICHARD and his Train, marching. Where is thy husband now; where be thy bro K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? thers;

Duch. O, she that might have intercepted thee, Where be thy two sons ? Wherein dost thou joy? | By strangling thee in her accurséd womb, Who sues and kneels, and says "God save the From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast queen?”

done. Where be the bending peers that flattered thee; Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden Where be the thronging troops that followed

crown, thee?

Where should be branded, if that right were right, Decline all this, and see what now thou art: The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown, For happy wife, a most distressed widow; And the dire death of my poor sons and broFor joyful mother, one that wails the name;

thers ? For one being sued to, one that humbly sucs; Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my chilFor queen, a very caitiff crowned with care :

dren? For one that scorned at me, now scorned of me; Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy For one being feared of all, now fearing one; .

brother Clarence ; For one commanding all, obeyed of none. And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ? Thus hath the course of justice wheeled about, Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, And left thee but a very prey to time;

Grey ? Having no more but thought of what thou wert, Duch. Where is kind Hastings? To torture thee the more, being what thou art. K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarums, Thou didst usurp my place; and dost thou not

drums! Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?

Let not the heavens hear these telltale women Now thy proud neck bears half my burdened | Rail on the Lord's anointed.-Strike, I say.-yoke :

[Flourish. Alarums. From which even here I slip my wearied bead, Either be patient and entreat me fair, And leave the burden of it all on thee.

Or with the clamorous report of war Farewell, York's wife,--and queen of sad mis- | Thus will I drown your exclamations. chance,

Duch. Art thou my son ? These English woes shall make me smile in K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and France,

yourself. Q. Eliz. O thou well skilled in curses, stay Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. awhile,

K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your conAnd teach me how to curse mine enemies.

dition, Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast ! That cannot brook the accent of reproof. the day;

Duch. O let me speak. Compare dead happiness with living woe;

K. Rich. Do, then; but I'll not hear. Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my words. And he that slew them fouler than he is :

K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse.

in haste. Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have stayed for Q. Eliz. My words are dull; O quicken them

thee, with thine !

God knows, in torment and in agony. Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? pierce like mine.

[Exit. Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it Duch. Why should calamity be full of words?

well: Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes; Thou cam’st on earth to make the earth my hell. Airy succeeders of intestate joys;

A grievous burden was thy birth to me: Poor breathing orators of miseries !

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy: Let them have scope: though what they do impart Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.

furious: Duch. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and ven.

turous : And in the breath of bitter words let's smother | Thy age confirmed, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody; My damnéd son, that thy two sweet sons smo More mild but yet more harmful; kind in hatred. thered.

[Drum, within. What comfortable hour canst thou name I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims. That ever graced me in thy company? TOL. III.

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