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Catef. The King is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip.
K. Rich. I will converfe with iron-witted fools,
And unrefpective boys; none are for me, 1
That look into me with confid'rate eyes.
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumfpect.
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 difcontented Gentleman,

Whole humble means match not his haughty (pirit: Gold were as good as twenty orators,

And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing

K. Rich. What is his name?

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Page. His name, my Lord, is Tirnel.

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K. Rich. 1 partly know the man; go call him hither.

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

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No more shall be the neighbour to my counfels.
Hath he fo long held out with me untir'd,
And tops he now for breath? well, be it fo.

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How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news?
Stan. My Lord,

The Marquifs Dorfet, as I hear, is filed:

To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.

K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby, rumour it abroad, That Anne my wife is fick, and like to die.

I will take order for her keeping clofe.

Inquire me out fome mean-born Gentleman,
Whom I will marry ftrait to Clarence' daughter.-
(The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.)

Look, how thou dream'ft-I fay again, give out,
That Anne my Queen is fick, and like to die.
About it; for it ftands me much upon

To top all hopes, whofe growth may damage me.
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or elfe my kingdom ftands on brittle glass:
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!

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Uncertain way of gain! but I am in
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Is thy name Tirrel?

Tir. James Tirrel, and your most obedient fubject.
K. Rich. Art thou, îndeed ? [He takes him afide.
Tir. Prove me, my gracious Lord.

K. Rich. Dar'ft thou refolve to kill a friend of mine?
Tir. Please you, I'd rather kill two enemies.

K. Rich. Why then thou haft it; two deep enemies,
Foes to my reft, and my fweet fleep's disturbers,
Are they, that I would have thee deal upon;
Tirrel, I mean thofe baftards in the Tower.

Tir. Let me have open means to come to them, And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

K. Rich. Thou fing'ft fweet mufick. Hark, come hither, Tirrel;

Go, by this token rife, and lend thine ear

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There is no more but fofay, it is done,
And I will love thee and prefer thee for it.
Tir. I will dispatch it straight.

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Buck. My Lord, I have confider'd in my mind That late demand, that you did found me K. Rich. Well, let that reft; Dorfet is fled to Richmond. Buck. I hear the news, 1 K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon; well, look to it. Buck. My Lord, I claim the gift, my due by promife, For which your honour, and your faith, is pawn'd; Th' Earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I fhall poffefs.

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K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if the convey Letters to Richmond, you hall answer it.

Buck. What fays your Highness to my juft requeft? K. Rich. I do remember me Henry the fixth Did prophecy, that Richmand should be King,

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K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time
Have told me, I being by, that I fhould kill him?
Buck. My Lord, your promife for the Earldom
K. Rich. Richmond? when I was laft at Exeter,"
The Mayor in curtesy fhewed me the caftle,
And call'd it Rouge-mont, at which name I started;
Because a bard of Ireland told me once,

I should not live long after I faw Richmond.
Buck. My Lord,-

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

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Buck. I am thus bold to put your Grace in mind

Of what you promis'd me.

K. Rich. But what's o' clock ?

Buck. Upon the stroke of ten.
K. Rich. Well, let it frike.
Buck. Why let it ftrike?

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K.Rich. Becaufe, that, like a jack, thou keep't the ftroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Buck. Why then refolve me whe'r you will, or no. K. Rich. Thou troubleft me, I am not in the vein. [Exit. Buck Is it ev'n fo repays he my deep fervice With fuch contempt? made 1 him King for this? , let me think on Haftings and be gone To Brecnock, while my fearful head is on

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Tir. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
The most arch deed of pteous maffacre,
That ever yet this land was guilty of!
Dighton and Forrest, whom I did fuborn
To do this piece of ruthlefs butchery,
Albeit they were fleht villains, bloody dogs bef
Melting with tendernefs and mild compaffion,
Wept like two children, in their deaths' fad ftory.
O thus, (quoth Dighton,) lay the gentle babes ;-
Thus, thus, (quoth Forrest,) girdling one another

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Within their innocent alabafter arms:
Their lips were four red rofes on a stalk,
And in their fummer beauty kifs'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow layi
Which once, (quoth Forreft,) almoff chang'd my mind:
But, oh! the devil-there the villain ftopt or if
When Dighton thus told on-we fmothered/g
The most replenished fweet work of nature,
That from the prime creation e'er the framed.
Hence both are gone with confcience and remorse;
They could not fpeak, and fo I left them both,
To bear thefe tidings to the bloody King.

Enter King Richard..

And here he comes. All health, my Sovereign Lord! K. Rich. Kind Tirrel-am I happy in thy news? Tir. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then;

For it is done.

K. Rich. But didft thou see them dead

Tir. I did, my Lord.

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K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tirrebandy

Tir. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them, But where, to fay the truth, I do not know.

K. Rich. Come to me, Tirrel, foon, foon after fupper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time-but think, how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy defire. Farewel, till then.

Tir. I humbly take my leave.

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Catef. My Lord,

Enter Catelby.

MEDIA K.Rich. Good or bad news, that thou com'ftin fobluntly P Cotel. Bad news, my Lord; Marton is fed to Richmond. And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welfomen, Is in the field, and fill his power encreaferh.) a'sW K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Than Buckingham and his rafh-levied army, vi fid Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting sinvi Is leaden fervitor to dull delay;

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We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. [Exit.
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Enter the Dutchess of York, and Queen.

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Queen. Ab, my poor Princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing fweets how oT If yet your gentle fouls fly in the air, son back und And be not fixt in doom perpetual, d.now unT: Hover about me with your airy wings, NOLO And hear your mother's lamentation. Fat bob woH. Q: Mar. Hover about her; fay, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night A Dutch. So many miferies have z'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is till and mute, bo. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,

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