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The traitor speak, and timorously confess

Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
The manner and the purpose of his treasons;

When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.
That you might well have signified the same

(Exit. Unto the citizens, who, haply, may

SCENE VII. -- The same. Court of Baynard's Castle. Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.

Enter Gloster and Buckingham, meeting. May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall Glo. How now, how vow? what say the citizens? serve,

Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
As well, as I had seen, and heard him speak: The citizens are mum, say not a word.
And do not doubt, right noble princes bothi, Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?
But I'll acquaint our duteous citie

Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy,
With all your just proceedings in this case.

And his contract by deputy in France:
Glo. And to that end we wishid your lord ship here, The insatiate greediness of his desires,
To avoid the censures of the carping world. And his enforcement of the city wives;

Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, –
Yet witness what you hear we did intend:

As being got, your father then in France;
And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farwell, And his resemblance, being not like the duke.

[Exit Lord Mayor. Withal, I did infer your lineaments, –
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham! Being the right idea of your father,
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post: Both in your form and nobleness of mind:
There, at the meetest vantage of the time,

Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:

Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Only for saying -- he would make his son Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. And, when my oratory grew to an end,
Moreover, urge bis hateful luxury,

I bade them, that did love their country's good,
And bestial appetite in change of lust;

Cry –God save Richard, England's royal king!
Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,wives, Glo. And did they so?
Even where his raging eye, or savage heart,

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
Without controul, listed to make his prey.

But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,
Nay, for a need, thus far come near any person:

Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
Tell them, when that my mother went with child Which wlien I saw, I reprehended them;
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,

And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence:
My princely father, then had wars in France;

His answer was,

the people were not us'd
And, by just computation of the time,

To be spoke to, but by the recorder.
Found, that the issue was not lis begot;

Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again;
Which well appeared in liis lineaments,

Thus saith the duke, thus huth the duke inferr'd;
Being nothing like the noble duke my father: But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;

When he had done, some followers of mine own,
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. At lower end o’the hall, hurl'd up

Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator, And some ten voices cried: God save king Richard!
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,

And thus I took the vantage of those few,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu! Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth 1;
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard’s This general applause, and cheerful shout,

Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard:
Where you shall find me well accompanied,

And even here brake off, and came away.
With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. Glo. What tongueless' blocks were they! Would
Buck, I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, they not speak?
Look for the news that the Guild-hall allords. Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?

{Exit Buckingham. Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend some fear;
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all spced to doctor Shaw, Be not you spoke with, but by mighty sait:
Go thou ( To Cat.) to friar Penker; – bid them both And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
Meet me, within this hour, at Daynard's castle. And stand between two charchmen, good my lord ;

(Exeunt Lovel and Catesby. For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
Now will I in, to take some privy order

And be not easily won to our requests ;
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight: Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it
And to give notice, that no manner of person Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them,
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. (Exit. As I can say nay to thee for myself,
SCENE VI. - A street.

No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issne.
Enter a Scrivener.

Buck. Go, go, up to the leads!the lord mayor knocks !
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Ha-

Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.
Which in a set hand fairly is engrossid,

Welcome, my lord! I dance attendance here;
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.
And mark how well the sequel hangs together :-

Enter, from the Casile, Catesby.
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request

For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me; Cate. He doth entreat your grace

, my noble lord?
The precedent was full as long a doing:

Tó visit him to-morrow, or next day:

within these five hours Hastings liv'd, He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.

Divinely bent to meditation ;
Here's a good world the while! - Who is so gross, And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd,
That cannot see this palpable device?

To draw him from his holy exercise.
Yet who so bold, but says -- he sees it not? Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke:

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Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen, And kingly government of this your land:
In deep designs, in matter of great moment, Not as protector, steward, substitute,
No less importing than our general good,

Or lowly factor for another's gain;
Are come to have some conference with his grace. But as successively, from blood to blood,
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. (Exit. Your right of birth, your empery, your own.

Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward ! For this, consorted with the citizens,
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,

Your very worshipful and loving friends,
But on his knees at meditation;

And by their vehement instigation,
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,

In this just suit come I to move your grace.
But meditating with two deep divines;

Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,

Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
But praying, to enrich his watchful sonl:

Best fitteth my degree, or your condition:
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince If, not to answer, - you might haply think,
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:

Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should say Which fondly you would here impose on me;
is nay!

If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
Buck. I fear, he will. Here Catesby comes again; ~ So season'd with your faithful love to me;
Re-enter CATESBY.

Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. Now, Catesby, what says his grace?

Therefore, — to speak, and to avoid the first;
Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled And then, in speaking, not to incur the last -
Such troops of citizens to come to him,

Definitively thus I answer you.
His grace not being warn’d thereof before; Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert,
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should First, if all obstacles were cut away,
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:

And that my path were even to the crown,
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
And so once more return and tell his grace. Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

[Exit Catesby. So mighty and so many my defects,
When holy and devont religious men

That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; Being a bark to bruok no mighty sea,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
Enter Gloster, in a gallery above, between two And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
Bishops. Catesby returns.

But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me; May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two cler- (And much I need to help you, if need were ;) gymen!

The royal tree hath Jeft us royal fruit,
Buck. Two props of virtuc for a christian prince, Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
To stay him from the fall of vanity:

Will well become the seat of majesty,
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;

And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
True ornaments to know a holy man.

On him 1 lay what you would lay on me,
famons Plantagenet, most gracious prince,

The right and fortune of his happy stars,—
Lend favourable ear to our requests;

Which, God defend, that I should wring from him!
And pardon us the interruption

Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace; of thy devotion, and right christian zeal.

But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology;' All circumstances well considered,
I rather do beseech you pardon me,


say, that Edward is your brother's son ;
Who, earnest in the service of my God,

So say we too, but not by Edward's wife:
Neglect the visitation of my friends.

For first he was contract to lady Lucy,
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, and afterwards by substitute betroth'd
And all good men of this ungoveru'd isle. To Bona, sister to the king of France.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, These both put by, a poor petitioner,
That seems disgracious in the city's eye;

A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Buck. You have, my lord ! 'would it might please Even in the afternoon of her best days,
your grace,

Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
On our entreaties to amend


Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian land ? To base declension and loath'd bigamy:
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
The supreme seat, the throne majestical,

This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
The scepter's office of your ancestors,

More bitterly could I expostulate,
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, Save that, for reverence to some alive,
The lineal glory of your royal house,

I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock:

Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, This proffer'd benefit of dignity:
(Which here we waken to our country's good,) If not to bless us and the land withal,
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs;

Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,

From the corruption of abusing time,
ller royal stock graft with ignoble plants,

Unto a lineal true-derived course. And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf May. Do, good my lord! your citizens entreat you! of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.

Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love! Which to recure, we heartily solicit

Cate. 0, make them joyful, grant their lawful snit! Your gracious self to take on you the charge Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me?

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I am unfit for state and majesty :

I may not suffer you to visit them; I do beseech you, take it not amiss;

The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
I cannot, nor I will not, yield to yon.

Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?
Buck. If you refuse it, - as in love and zeal, Brak. I mean, the lord protector.
Loath to depose the child, your brother's son; Q. Eliz. The lord protect him from that kingly title!
As well we know your tenderness of heart,

Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,

I am their mother: who shall bar me from them?
Which we have noted in you to your kindred, Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them,
And equally, indeed, to all estates,

Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:
Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or po, Then bring me to their sights ; I'll bear thy blame,
Your brother's son shall never reign cur kiug; And take thy office from thee, on thy peril.
But we will plant some other in your throne,

Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so;
To the disgrace and downfal of your

house. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me! And, in this resolution, here we leave you ;

(Exit Brakenbury Come, citizens, we will entreat no more!

Enter STANLEY. (Exeunt Buckingham and Citizens. Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Cate.Call them again, sweet prince,accept their suit! And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, If you deny them, all the land will rne it.

And reverend looker-on of two fair queens. Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster, Well, call them again! I am not made of stone,

[To the Duchess of Gloster. But penetrable to your kind entreaties, [Exit Catesby. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Albeit against my conscience and my soul.

Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
Re-enter BUCKINGHAN, and the rest. That my peut heart may have some scope to beat,
Cousin of Buckingham, --and sage, grave men,

Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news,
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,

Anne. Despiteful tidings ! O unpleasing news! To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no,

Dor. Be of good cheer! -- Mother, how fares pour I must have patience to endure the load :

grace? But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone! Attend the sequel of your imposition,

Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me Thy mother's name is ominous to children: From all the impare blots and stains thereof; If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, For God he kuows, and you may partly see,

And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell! How far I am from the desire of this!

Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Bay. God bless your grace! we see it, and will Lest thou increase the number of the dead!

And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen! Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title, Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam !Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! Take all the swift advantage of the hours; All, Amen!

You shall have letters from me to my son
Buck. To-morrow may it please yon to be crown'd? In your behalf, to meet you on the way:
Glo. Even when you please, since you will have it so. Be not ta’en tardy by unwise delay.

Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; Duch. O ill-ulispersing wind of misery!-
And so, most joyfully, we take our leave.


accursed womb, the bed of death; Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again! A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,

[To the Bishops. Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! Farewell, good cousin! - Farewell, gentle friends! Stan, Come, madam, come! I in all haste was sent.

(Exeunt. Anne, And I with all unwillingness will go.

O, would to God! that the inclusive verge

Of golden metal, that must round my brow,

Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
SCENE I. Before the Tower,

Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
Enter, on one side, Queen ELIZABETII, Duchess of And die, ere men can say: God save the queen!
York, and Marquis of Dorset; on the other, Ansé, Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul! I envy not thy glory;
Duchess of Groster, leading Lady Manganet Piase, To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm,
TAGENET, CLARENCE's young Daughter.

Anne. No! why? - When he, that is

Duch. Who meets us here?-my niece Plantagenet now,
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster? Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his

heart's love, to greet the tender prince.- hands, Daughter, well met!

Which issued from my other angel hasband, Anne. God give your graces both

And that dead saint, which then I weeping follow'd; A happy and a joyful time of day!

O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
e. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither This was my wish,-- Be thou, quoth ), accurs’d,

For making me, so young, so old a widow!
Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I gness, And, when thou weddst, let' sorrow haunt thy bed;
Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

And be thy wife (if any be so mad,)
To gratulate the gentle princes there.

More miserable by the life of thee,
Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks! re'll enter all together: Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's desih!

Lo! ere I can repeat this curse again,
And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.- Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, Grossly grew captive to his honey words,
How doth the prince, and my young son of York? And prov'd the subject of mine owo soul's curse:
Brak. Right well, dear madam! By your patience,/ Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest;

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For never yet one hour in his bed

Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,

Gold were as good, as twenty orators,
But with lis timorous dreams was still awak'd. And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; K. Rich. What is his name?
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me,

Page. His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel.
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu ! I pity thy complaining. K. Rich. I partly know the man. Go, call him hi-
Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours. ther, boy!-

Exit Page. Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels: Duch.Go thou to Richniond, and good fortune guide Hath he so long held out with me untir'd, thee!

(To Dorset. And stops he now for breath ? —well, be it so !Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!


[To Anne. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news ? Go thou to sanctuary,and good thoughts possess thee! Stan. Know, my loving lord,

[To Q. Elizabeth. The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is filed I to my grave,

where peace and rest lie with me! To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen;

K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby! Rumour it abroad, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the I will take order of her keeping close. Tower!

Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! The boy is foolish, and I fear not him. Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!

Look, how thou dream'st!-- I say again, give out, Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die: For tender princes, use my babies well!

About it; for it stands me much upon, So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. (Exeunt. To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me.

(Exit Catesby. SCENE II. – A room of state in the palace. I must be married to my brother's daughter, Flourish of trumpets. Richard, as King, upon his or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass : throne ; BUCKINGHAM, Catesby, a Page, and Others. Murder her brothers, and then marry her! K. Rich. Stand all apart !- Cousin of Buckingham,- Uncertain way of gain! But I am in Buck. My gracious sovereign!

So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin. K.Rich. Give me thy hand! Thus high, by thy advice, Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :

Re-enter Page, with TYRREL. But shall we wear these glories for a day?

Is thy name Tyrrel ?
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last! K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?
K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch, Tyr. Prove me, my gracions lord !
To try if thou be current gold, indeed ;

K. Rich. Dar’st thou resolve to kill a friend of
Young Edward lives; think now what I would speak. mine?
Buck. Say on, my loving lord !

Tyr. Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies.
K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it;two deep enemies,
Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so : but Edward lives. Are they that I would have thee deal upon :
Buck. True, noble prince!

Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
K. Rich. O bitter consequence,

Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, That Edward still should live,– true, noble prince!- And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull:

K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;

hither, Tyrrel ! And I would have it suddenly perform’d.

Go, by this token :- risc, and lend thine ear: What say’st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief!

[Whispers. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.

There is no more but so. - Say, it is done, K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. freezes :

Tyr. I will dispatch it straight.

[Erit. Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die ?

Re-enter BuckiNGHAM. Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, dear Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in mind lord,

The late demand that you did sound me in, Before 1 positively speak in this:

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to RichI will resolve your grace immediately.


[Exit Buckingham. Buck. I hear the news, my lord. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son. - Well,

[.Aside. louk to it! K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my dae by promise,

[Descends from his throne. For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; And unrespective boys; none are for me,

The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables,
That look into me with considerate eyes;

Which you have promised I shall possess.
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey

Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Page. My lord!

Buck. What says your highness to my just request? K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting K. Rich. I do remember me, - Henry the sixth gold

Did prophecy, that Richmond should be king, Would tempt unto a closc exploit of death ? When Richmond was a little peevish boy. Page. I know a discontented gentleman,

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Buck. My lord,

His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage ; K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's hosom, that time

And Anne my wife hath bid the world good-night.
Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,- At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
K. Rich. Richmond ! - When last I was at Exeter, And, by that knot, looks prondly on the crowa;
The mayor, in courtesy, show'd me the castle, To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
And call'd it Rouge-mont: at which name, I

Enter CATESBY. started;

Cate. My lord, Because a bard of Ireland told me once,

K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com’st in I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

so bluntly? Buck. My lord,

Cate. Bad news, my lord! Morton is fled to RichK. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock?

mond; Buck. I am thus bold

And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,
To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me. Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock?

K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near,
Buck. Upon the stroke of ten.

Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Come, - I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Buck. Why, let it strike?

Is leaden servitor to dull delay; K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary. the stroke

Thea fiery expedition be my wing, Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.

Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Go, muster men! My council is my shield;
Buck. Why, then resolve me, whe'r you will, or no. We must be brief, when traitors brave the field.
K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

(Exeunt. (Exeunt King Richard and Train. SCENE IV. - The same. Before the palace. Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep service

Enter Queen MARGARET, With such contempt? Made I him king for this? Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, 0, let me think on Hastings; and be gone

And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d,

To watch the waning of mine enemies.
SCENE III. - The same.

A dire induction am I witness to,

And will to France; hoping, the consequence
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
The most arch deed of piteous massacre,

Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here? . That ever yet this land was guilty of.

Enter Queen ELIZABETI and the Duchess of YORE, Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn

Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! To do this piece of ruthless butchery,

My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,
Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. Hover about me with your airy wings,
O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, - And hear your mother's lamentation !
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right
Within their alabaster innocent arms:

Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,

Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my

voice, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute, A book of prayers on their pillow lay;

Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
Which quotli Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; &. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,
But 0, the devil - there the villain stopp'd; Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.
When Dighton thus told on, - we smothered l. Eliz. Wilt thou, o God, tly froin snch gentle
The most replenished sweet work of nature,

That, from the prime creation, ere she fram'd.- And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was done?
They could not speak; and so I left them both, Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet sot.
To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor
Enter King RICHARD.

And here he comes:-- All health, my sovereign Jord! Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life
K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news? usurp'd,

Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
Beget your happiness, be happy then,

Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,
For it is done.
K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead?

Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood!
Tyr. I did, my lord,

l. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford a grare, K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel ?

As thou canst yield a melancholy seat;
Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here!
But where, to say the truth, I do not know. Ah, who hath any cause to moura, but we?

K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper,
When thou shalt tell the process of their death. P. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent,
Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, Give mine the benefit of seniory,
And be inheritor of thy desire.

And let my griefs frown on the upper hand.
Farewell, till then!

If sorrow can admit society, Tyr. I humbly take my leave.

(Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence hare I penn'd up clo s; Tell o'er your woes again, by viewing mine :

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