K. Rich. Richmond! When last I was at

Exeter,

The Mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
And call'd it

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1 Rouge-mont: at which name started;

Because a bard of Ireland told me once,

I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Buck. My Lord,

K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock ?

Buck. I am thus bold

To put your Grace in mind of what you promis'd

me.

K. Rich. Well, but what is't 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,

I am not in the giving vein to-day.

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?
O, let me think on Hastings; and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on.

[Exit.

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fact is done;

The most arch deed of

Tyr. The tyrannosacre,

Shat ever yet this land was guilty of.
Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this piece of ruthless butchery,
Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody

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Melting with tenderness and mild compassion
Wept like two children, in their death's sad story.
O thus, quoth Dightony lay the gentle babes,
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one an-
other ཊྛིཏྟཱ་

Within their alabaster innocent arms! 3.
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 chang'd my mind;

But, 0, the devil,
evil, there the villain stopp'd;
When Dighton thus told on, we smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That from the prime creation "ere she fram'd.
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
To bear this tidings to the bloody King.

Enter King RICHARD.

And here he comes:

All health, my sovereign
Lord!

K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy

Tyr. If to have

news?

done the thing you gave in charge

Beget your happiness, be happy then,

For it is done.

it didst thou see them dead?

K. Rich. But
Tyr. I did, my Lord.

Khe chaplain of the Tower hath buried

Aud buried, gentle Tyrrel?

Tyr.

11 them;

But where, to say the truth, I do not know.

K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper, sirt dogp

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When thou shalt tell the process of their death.
Mean time, but think how I may do thee good,
And be inheritor of thy desire.
Farewell, till then.

Tyr. I humbly take my leave."

[Exit.

K. Rick. The son of Clarence have I penn'd

up

His daughter.meanly have ch'd in marriage;

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good 'night.

Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown

To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

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Cate. My Lord,

Enter CATESBY.

K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly?

..

Cate. Bad news, my Lord: Morton is fled to
Richmond;

And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welch men,

Is in the feld, and still his power encreaseth.

K. Ric. Ely with Richmond troubles me more

Te near,

Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.
Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor to dull delay pos

Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:
Then fiery expedition be my wing,

Jove's Mercury, and herald for a King

Go, muster men: My council is my shield;

We must be brief, when traitors brave the field.**

Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death.

Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd,

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 buron YORK.

Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor Princes! ah, my tender „dibacaroos Tow on babes 26me

My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! ^^
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,

And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, fhaidhuff m19
Hover about me with your airy wings,
And hear your mother's lamentation!

Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right&for rights boqz va mad Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged nighta STO Duch So many miseries have craz'd 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 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 sons ont quib bat. Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal live goma 5 anjing ghost, was dow T Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, of like but Brief abstract and record of tedious days,cre five Bes thy unrest on England's lawful earth, [Sitting down. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford

a grave,

As thou canst yield a melaucholy seat;