And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,-
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel,
madam:-

Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
You shall have letters from me to my son
In your behalf, to meet you on the way:
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery !-
O my accursed womb, the bed of death;
A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murderous!

Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
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!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!
2. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
Anne. No! why?-When he that is my husband

now,

Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his
hands,

Which issued from my other angel husband,
And that dead saint, which then I weeping follow'd;
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's
face,
This was my wish,-Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife, (if any be so mad)
More miserable by the life of thee,

Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,

Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words,

And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse:
Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest;
For never yet one hour in his bed

Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,

But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;

And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

9. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for

yours.

Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee![To Dorset. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee![To Anne. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess [To Q. Elizabeth. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back with me unto the Tower.

thee!

Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,
Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow
For tender princes, use my babies well!
So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.

SCENE II.

A room of state in the Palace.

[Exeunt.

Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and Others.

K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Euckingham,

Buck. My gracious sovereign.

K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by
thy advice,

And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :-
But shall we wear these glories for a day?
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last!
K.Kich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold, indeed:

Young Edward lives;-Think now what I would speak.

Buck. Say on, my loving lord.

K.Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king.
Buck. Why, so you are,my thrice-renowned liege.
K.Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward lives.

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Buck. True, noble prince.

K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live,-true, noble prince! Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull:Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; And I would have it suddenly perform'd. What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.

K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes :

Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, dear lord,

Before I positively speak in this:

I will resolve your grace immediately. [Exit Buck. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip.

[Aside. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, [Descends from his throne. And unrespective boys; none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes ;High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. 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 discontented gentleman,

Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: Gold were as good as twenty orators,

And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

K. Rick. What is his name?

Page.

His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him hither, boy.[Exit Page.

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels :
Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,
And stops he now for breath ?-well, be it so.-
Enter STANLEY.

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

Know, my loving lord,
The marquis Dorset, 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 very grievous sick;

I will take order for her keeping close.

Enquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:-
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.-

Look, how thou dream'st!-I say again, give out,
That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die :
About it; for it stands me much upon,
To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me.-
[Exit Catesby.
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :-
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.-

Re-enter Page with TYRREL.

Is thy name-Tyrrel ?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?

Tyr.
Prove me, my gracious lord.
K.Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two ene-

mies.

K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep
enemies,

Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
Are they, that I would have thee deal upon :
Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them.
And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.
K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet musick.

Hark,

come hither, Tyrrel;
Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear:

[Whispers.
There is no more but so:-Say, it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
Tyr. I will despatch it straight.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

[Exit.

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind
The late demand that you did sound me in.
K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to
Richmond.

Buck. I hear the news, my lord.

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son:-Well,
look to it.

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Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I shall possess.

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Leters to Bichmond, you shall answer it.

Buck. What says your highness to my just request? K. Rich. I do remember me,-Henry the sixth Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king, When Richmond was a little peevish boy. A king!-perhaps

Buck. My lord,-

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time

Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,-
K. Rich. Richmond!-When last I was at Exeter,
The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
And call'dit-Rouge-mont: at which name I started;
Because a bard of Ireland told me once,

I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
Buck. My lord,

K. Rich.

Buck.

Ay, what's o'clock?

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

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."
SCENE III.

The same.

Enter TYRREL.

Ty. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;