Enter the Lieutenant. And in good time here the Lieutenant comes. The King hath ftrictly charg'd the contrary. Lieut. I mean the Lord Protector. Queen. The Lord protect him from that Kingly title! Hath he fet bounds between their love and me? I am their mother, who fhall bar me from them? Duch. I am their father's mother, I will fee them. Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Then bring me to their fights, I'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee on my peril. Lieut. No, Madam, no, I may not leave it fo: I'm bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. Enter Stanley, [Exit Lieut. Stan. Let me but meet you, Ladies, one hour hence, And I'll falute your Grace of York as mother And rev'rend looker on of two fair Queens. Come, Madam, you must strait to Westminster, That my pent heart may have fome fcope to beat, Anne. Defpiteful tidings, O unpleafing news! Grace ! Queen. O. Dorfet, fpeak not to me, get thee hence, Death and deftruction dog thee at thy heels; Thy mother's name is ominous to children, If thou wilt outftrip death, go cross the feas; And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.. Go, hie thee, hie thee from this flaughter-house, Left thou increase the number of the dead, And make me die the thrall of Margret's curfe; Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted Queen.. Stan. Full of wife care,, is this your counfel, Madam Take all the swift advantage of the time; Duch. O ill-difperfing wind of misery! Stan. Come, Madam, come, I in all hafte was fent. And die, ere men can fay, God fave the Queen! Anne. No! why?. When he that is my husband [now, When scarce the blood was well wafh'd from his hands, Which iffu'd from my other angel husband, And that dear faint which then I weeping follow'd: This was my with, 66 Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, • More miferable by the life of thee, ⚫ Than thou haft made me by my dear Lord's death!" Lo, ere I can repeat this curie again, Within fo fmall a time, my woman's heart Grofsly grew captive to his honey-words, And prov'd the fubject of mine own foul's curfe: Did I enjoy the golden dew of fleep, But with his tim'rous dreams was till awak'd. Queen Poor heart, adieu, I pity thy complaining. 1 © ། Anne. Adieu, poor foul, that tak'ft thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee! [To Dorfet. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! [To Anne. Go thou to fanctuary, good thoughts poffefs thee! [To the Queen. I to my grave, where peace and reft lie with me! [Exeunt SCENE II. Changes to the court. Flourish of trumpets. Enter Gloucefter as King, Buckingham, Catefby. K. Rich. Stand all apart-cousin of Buckingham,- [vice, K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy adAnd thy affiftance, is King Richard feated: But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or fhall they laft, and we rejoice in them? Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them laft! K. Rich. Ab, Buckingham! now do I ply the touch To try if thou be current gold indeed : Young Edward lives-think now what I would speak. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I fay I would be King. Buck. True, Noble Prince. K. Rich. O bitter confequence ! That Edward still should hive-True, Noble Prince. Coulin, thou wert not wont to be fo dull. i. . Apply the touchstone, Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness Say, have I thy confent that they fhall die? [freezes ; Buck. Give me some breath, fome little pause, dear Before I politively speak in this : I will refolve your Grace immediately. [Lord, [Exit Buck. Catef. The King is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip. [Afide. K. Rich. I will converfe with iron-witted fools, Page. My Lord, K. Rich. Know ft thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a clofe exploit of death? Page. I know a difcontented gentleman, Whofe humble means match not his haughty fpirit: 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 Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; go call him hither. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham [Exit Boy. No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels. Enter Stanley. How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news? The Marquis Dorfet, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. K Rich Come hither, Catefby; rumor it abroad, That Anne my wife is fick, and like to die. I will take order for her keeping clole. Inquire me out fome mean-born gentleman, Unrefpective for unheeding, Whom I will marry ftrait to Clarence' daughter.(The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.) Look how thou dream'ft- -I say again, give out, To stop all hopes, whofe growth may damage me. Is thy name Tyrrel? Enter Tyrrel. Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient fubject. K. Rich. Art thou indeed? [He takes him afite. Tyr. Prove me, my gracious Lord. K. Rich. Dar'ft thou refolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Please you, I'd rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou haft it; two deep enemies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet fleep's disturbers, Are they that I would have thee deal upon; Tyrrel, I mean those baftards in the Tower. Tyr. 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 mufic. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel; Go, by this token-rife, and lend thine ear There is no more but fo- fay it is done, Re-enter Buckingham. [Whispers. [Exit. Buck. My Lord, I have confidered in my mind That late demand that you did found me in. K. Rich Well let that reft, Doriet is fled to RichBuck. I hear the news, my Lord [mond. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon; well, look. to it. Buck. My Lord, I claim the gift, my due by promife, • Uncertain here used for unconftant, |