Catef. The King is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip. 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? Page. His name, my Lord, is Tirnel. K. Rich. 1 partly know the man; go call him hither. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham [Exit Boy No more shall be the neighbour to my counfels. How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news? 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, Look, how thou dream'ft-I fay again, give out, To top all hopes, whofe growth may damage me. 2 Uncertain Uncertain way of gain! but I am in Is thy name Tirrel? Tir. James Tirrel, and your most obedient fubject. K. Rich. Dar'ft thou refolve to kill a friend of mine? K. Rich. Why then thou haft it; two deep enemies, 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 There is no more but fofay, it is done, Re-enter Buckingham. my Lord. in [Whispers. [Exit. A 386 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. Juod A 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, M 2 When A III When Richmond was a little peevish boy. A King, perhaps ! " no K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time I should not live long after I faw Richmond. 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. But what's o' clock ? Buck. Upon the stroke of ten. *་ ༢༠ 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 Enter Tirrel.: d Ex [Exit. Tir. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Within III A Within their innocent alabafter arms: 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. 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. ཀ་། [Exit clofe : K. Rich. The fon of Clarence have I pent up His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage: The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham's bofom: And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night. Now, for I know the Briton Richmond aims **** At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter bi And by that knot looks proudly on the crowned) A To her go go I, a jolly thriving wooers duw quisiɔM STORS ONi esil res 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; い Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary.< Q. Mar. So now profperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of deaths B. a 1 Here in thefe confines flily have I lurk'd ud & and 1 To watch the waining of mine enemies, and volT A dire induction am I witness to; sbed codT And will to France, hoping, the confequence Will prove as bitter, black and tragical. G Withdraw thee, wretched Margret! who comes here? ་་ Enter the Dutchess of York, and Queen. 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, baA Edrward |