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With thinking eyes
High reaching Buckingham grows circumspect;
Glost. Give him this ring, and say, myself
The deep revolving Duke of Buckingham
Enter LORD STANLEY.
How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news?
Is fled to Richmond, now in Brittany.
Glost. Why, let him go, my lord: he may be spar'd.
Hark thee, Ratcliff, when saw'st thou Anne, my queen?
Is she still weak? has my physician seen her?
Ratcliff. I hope she will, my lord.
Glost. And if she does, I have mistook my man! I must be married to my brother's daughter, At whom I know the Briton, Richmond, aims; And by that knot, looks proudly on the crown. But then to stain me with her brother's blood; Is that the way to woo the sister's love?
No matter what's the way-for while they live, My goodly kingdom's on a weak foundation. "Tis done, my daring heart's resolv'd-they're dead!
Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind, The late request, that you did sound me in.
Glost, Well, let that rest-Dorset is fled to Richmond.
Buck. I have heard the news, my lord. Glost. Stanley, he's your near kinsman-well, look to him.
Buck. My lord, I claim that gift, my due by promise,
For which your honour and your faith's eng ag'd;
Glost. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Buck. what says your highness to my just request?
Glost. I do remember me, Harry the Sixth,
Catesby. My lord, I have obey'd your highness' orders.
Buck. May it please you to resolve me in my suit?
Glost. Lead Tirrel to my closet, I'll meet him.
Buck. Oh patience, Heav'n! is't thus he pays my service?
Was it for this I rais'd him to the throne?
An Apartment in the Tower.
Enter TIRREL, DIGHTON, and FOREST.
Tirrel. Come, gentlemen,
Forest. Smothering will make no noise, sir.
Their young faces, who knows how far their looks
Lieut. I have them, sir.
Tirrel. Then here's your warrant to deliver them. [Giving a Ring. Licut What can this mean! why at this dead of night
To give them too! 'tis not for me to inquire. [Erit. Tirrel. Gentlemen, there lies your way.
The Presence Chamber.
Glost. ,'Would it were done! There is a busy something here, That foolish custom has made terrible, To the intent of evil deeds ? and nature too, As if she knew me womanish and weak, Tugs at my heart-strings with complaining cries, To talk me from my purpose-And then the thought of what men's tongues will
say, Of what their hearts must think ; To have no creature love me living, nor My memory when dead. Shall future ages, when these children's tale Is told, drop tears in pity of their hapless fate, And read with detestation, the misdeeds of Gloster. The crook-back'd tyrant, cruel, barbarous, And bloody? will they not say too, That to possess the crown, nor laws divine Nor human stopt my way?-- Why, let them say it; They can't but say I had the crown; I was not fool as well as villain.
Now, my Tirrel, how are the brats dispos'd ?
Tirrel. If to have done she thing you gave in
charge, Beget your happiness, then, sir, be happy, for it is
done. Glost. But didst thou see them dead ? Tirrel, I did, my lord. Glost. And bury'd, my good Tirrel ? Tirrel. In that, I thought to ask your grace's plea
Glost. I have it-I'll have them sure-get me a
coffin Full of holes--let them be both cramm'd into it; And hark thee, in the night tide, throw them down The Thames-once in, they'll find the way to the bot
Tirrel. I humbly thank your highness.
Glost. Why, then my loudest fears are hush'd;
Catesby. My lord
Richmond, And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsbmen, Is in the field, and still his
power increases. Glost. Morton with Richmond, touches me more
nèar, Than Buckingham, and his rash levy'd numbers.