Re-enter Page with TYRREL. Is thy name Tyrrel? Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. Tyr. Tyrrel: Hark, come hither, Go, by this token :-Rise and lend thine ear: Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind The late request that you did sound me in. [Whispers. [Exit. 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 unto it. The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Buck. What says your highness to my just request: Did prophesy that Richmond should be king, 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,— I should not live long after I saw Richmond. Buck. My lord, 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. Well, but what's o'clock ? Buck. Upon the stroke of ten. K. Rich. Buck. Why, let it strike? Well, let it strike. K. Rich. Because that, like a jack,1 thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I'm not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then resolve me whether you will, or no. [Exeunt KING RICHARD and Train. Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep service SCENE III.-The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; [Exit. (1) Like a jack. The jack of a clock-house was an automaton which struck the hours. The famous old figures at S. Dunstan's, Fleet Street, were of this kind: and at Horsham, in Sussex, there was formerly a figure, dressed in scarlet and gold, which struck the hours. Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, Enter KING RICHARD. And here he comes:- -All health, my sovereign lord! For it is done. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? Tyr. I did, my lord. K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, Farewell, till then. Tyr. Cate. My lord, Enter CATESBY. [Exit. K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton is fled to Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: D D [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. Enter QUEEN MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK. Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right1 Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, Ŏ God, fly from such gentle lambs, Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, [Sitting down. Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; (1) Right for right, i.e. justice answering the claims of justice. (2) Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. i.e. Edward IV. has now paid the penalty for the murder of Edward, the son of Margaret. (3) And throw them in the entrails of the wolf, i.e. allow them to be swallowed by the wolf. (4) Holy Harry. The title of holy is applied to Henry VI, and not without reason, for though never actually canonized, he was regarded as a saint, and miracles were said to have been performed by him. In some of the ancient service-books there were prayers said to be of his composing; and, moreover, there is one addressed to him and entitled, "a prayer to holy King Henry." Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here! [Sitting down by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, [Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine: Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him : Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill kim. Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death: That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls; Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, Thy Edward he is dead that kill'd my Edward; The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, (1) Seniory is used for seniority. (2) Pew-fellow, i.e. a companion, one who occupies the same seat and is in like condition. Dr. Johnson remarks that we have now an expression somewhat like it when we say of persons in the same difficulties, that "they are in the same box." (2) He is but boot. We say still "to boot," to signify something in addition, into the bargain. |