SCENE II-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 Buckingham, Buck. My gracious sovereign. K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy advice And thy assistance, is King Richard seated: K. Rich. Ah Buckingham, now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed. Young Edward lives :-think now what I would speak. Buck. Say on, my loving lord. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king. Buck. Why so you are, my thrice-renowned That Edward still should live.-"True, noble prince!" Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, dear lord, Before I positively speak in this: I will resolve your grace immediately. [Exit. Cate. 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 corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? Page. I know a discontented gentleman Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: Gold were as good as twenty orators, The deep-revolving witty Buckingham Hath he so long held out with me untired, Enter STANLEY. 80. Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom. K. Rich. Richmond!-When last I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy shewed me the castle, And called it Rougemont: at which name, I started; Because a bard of Ireland told me once I should not live long after I saw Richmond. K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock? Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promised me. K. Rich. Well, but what 's o'clock? Buck. Upon the stroke of ten. K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. Why, let it strike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will or no. K. Rich. Thou troublest me: I am not in the vein. [Exeunt KING RICHARD and Train. Buck. And is it thus! repays he my deep service With such contempt! made I him king for this? SCENE III.-The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre That ever yet this land was guilty of! Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Wept like two children in their death's sad story. "O thus," quoth Dighton, "lay the gentle babes:" "Thus, thus," quoth Forrest, "girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms: But O, the devil"-there the villain stopped: SCENE IV.-The same Before the Palace. Enter QUEEN MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurked To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France; hoping the consequence Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here? Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! Q. Mar. Hover about her: say that right for right Hath dimmed your infant morn to aged night. Duch. So many miseries have crazed my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet: Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle I had an Edward till a Richard killed him; kill him : I had a Rutland too; thou holpst to kill him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept woes: God witness with me I have wept for thine. venge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Q. Eliz. O thou didst prophesy the time would come That I should wish for thee to help me curse I called thee then, "Poor shadow, painted queen: |