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But, Heaven be thank'd, there is no need of me; As well we know your tenderness of heart, (And much I need 8 to help you, if need were ;) And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse!, The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

Which we have noted in you to your kindred, Which mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, And equally, indeed, to all estates, — Will well become the seat of majesty,

Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. Your brother's son shall never reign our king; On bim I lay what you would lay on me,

But we will plant some other in your throne, The right and fortune of his happy stars, – To the disgrace and downfall of your house. Which, God defend, that I should wri from him! And, in this resolution, here we leave you; Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. grace ;

(Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens. But the respects thereof are nice 9 and trivial, Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their All circumstances well considered. You say, that Edward is your brother's son; If you deny them, all the land will rue it. So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :

Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares ? For first he was contract to lady Lucy,

Well, call them again ; I am not made of stone, Your mother lives a witness to his vow;

But penetrable to your kind entreaties, And afterwards by substitute betroth'd

(Exit CATESHT. To Bona, sister to the king of France.

Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
These both put by, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest.
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,

Cousin of Buckingham, — and sage, grave men, — Even in the afternoon of her best days,

Since you will buckle fortune on my back, Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts I must have patience to endure the load : To base declension and loath'd bigamy :

But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, By her, in his unlawful bed, he got

Attend the sequel of your imposition, This Edward, whom our manners call - the prince. Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me More bitterly could I expostulate,

From all the inpure blots and stains thereof; Save that, for reverence to some alive,

For Heaven best knows, and you may partly see, I give a sparing limit to my tongue ;

How far I am from the desire of this. Then, good my lord, take to your royal self

May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will This proffer'd benefit of dignity : If not to bless us and the land withal,

Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry

Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title, – From the corruption of abusing time,

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! Unto a lineal true-derived course.

AU. Amen. May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you. Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love Gło. Even when you please, since you will have Cate. O make them joyful, grant their lawful suit.

Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me? Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; I am unfit for state and majesty :

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. I do beseech you, take it not amiss;

Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again :I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.

[To the Biskops Buck. If you refuse it, as in love and zeal, Farewell, good cousin ; - farewell, gentle friends Loath to depose the child, your brother's son ;

say it.

it so.

[Exun.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. - Before the Tower.

Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

To gratulate the gentle princes there. Enter, on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all toYork, and MARQUIS OF DORSET; on the other,

gether : Anne, Duchess of Gloster, leading LADY MARGA

Enter BRAKENBURY. RET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE's young Daughter. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. Duch. Who meets us here—my niece Plantagenet How doth the prince, and my young son of York?

Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster ?

Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience, Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower,

I may not suffer you to visit them; On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince.

The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
Daughter, well met.

Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?
Anne.
Heaven give your graces both

Brak.

I mean the lord protector. A happy and a joyful time of day!

Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither

title ! away?

Hath he set bounds between their love, and me? Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, I am their mother, who shall bar me from them? 8 Want ability.

9 Minute.

1 Pity.

grace?

Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. For never yet one hour in his bed Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, mother :

But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And take thy office from thee, on thy peril. And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me, Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for [Erit BRAKENBURY.

yours.

Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Enter STANLEY.

Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,

guide thee !

(To Dorset. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster.

[To ANNE, (To the Duchess of Gloster. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

thee!

(To Q. ELIZABETH. Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!

I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. ?

Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! Q. Eliz. Stay yet : look back, with me, unto the Dor. Be of good cheer : Mother, how fares your

Tower.

Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone, Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Rough cradle for such little pretty ones ! Thy mother's name is ominous to children : Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, For tender princes, use my babies well! And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. (Ereunt. Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead;

SCENE II. - A Room of State in the Palace. And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, - Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King, upon his Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, others. madam:

K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of BuckingTake all the swift advantage of the hours;

ham, You shall have letters from me to my son

Buck. My gracious sovereign. In your behalf, to meet you on the way:

K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

advice, Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!-- And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :O my accursed womb, the bed of death;

But shall we wear these glories for a day? A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,

Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Whose unavoided eye is murderous !

Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last ! Slan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was

K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the sent.

touch, Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. — To try if thou be current gold, indeed: O, would to heaven that the inclusive verge

Young Edward lives; Think now what I would Of golden metal, that must round my brow,

speak. Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brai

Buck. Say on, my loving lord. Anointed let me be with deadly venom;

K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king. And die, ere men can say — God save the queen!

Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;

K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

lives. Anne. No! why?- When he, that is my husband

Buck. True, noble prince. now,

K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;

That Edward still should live,– true, noble prince!When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull : hands,

Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And I would have it suddenly perform’d. And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd ; What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. 0, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,

Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure, This was my wish, Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd,

K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness For making me so young, so old a widow !

freezes : And, when thou ued'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed ;

Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die ? And be thy wife (if any be so mad)

Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, More miserable by the life of thee,

dear lord, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!

Before I positively speak in this : Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,

I will resolve your grace immediately, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart

[Erit Buckingham. Grossly grew captive to his honey words,

Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse :

(Asule. Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest;

Sorrow

3 Touchstone,

K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools,

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. [Descends from his Throne.

Buck. My lord, I have considered in my mind And unrespective 4 boys: none are for me,

The late demand that you did sound me in. That look into me with considerate eyes;

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect,

Richmond. Boy,

Buck. I hear the news, my lord. Page. My lord.

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son:- Well, K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting

look to it. gold

Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by Would tempt unto a close exploit 5 of death ?

promise, Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his baughty mind : The earldom of Hereford, and the movables,

For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; Gold were as good as twenty orators,

Which you have promised I shall possess. And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey K. Rich. What is his name?

Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Page.
His name, my lord, is - Tyrrel.

Buck. What says your highness to my just reK. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him

quest? hither, boy.

(Erit Page.

K. Rich. I do remember me,- Henry the sixth The deep-revolving witty 6 Buckingham

Did prophecy, that Richmond should be king, No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels :

When Richmond was a little peevish 9 boy. Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,

A king !- perhaps.
And stops he now for breath ? — well, be it so. —

Buck. My lord,
Enter STANLEY.

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

that time, How now, lord Stanley ? what's the news?

Have told me,

I being by, that I should kill him ? Stan.

Know, my loving lord, The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fed

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,

K. Rich. Richmond ! When last I was
To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.
X. Rich. Come hither,
Catesby : rumour it abroad, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,

Exeter,
That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.

And call'd it — Rouge-mont: at which name, I

started; Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence's daughter: I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
Look, how thou dream'st! - I say again, give out,

Buck. My lord,

K. Rich.
That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die :

Ay, what's o'clock ?
Buck.

I am thus bold
About it; for it stands me much upon 7,
To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me. -

To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me. (Exit CATESBY.

K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock?

Buck. I must be married to my brother's daughter,

Upon the stroke

Of ten.
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!

K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Buck. Uncertain way of gain! But I am in

Why, let it strike?

K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack', thou keep'st So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.

the stroke Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.
Is thy name Tyrrel ?

Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no. Tyr. James Tyrrel, and yourmost obedient subject. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?

[Ereunt King RICHARD and Train. Tyr.

Prove me, my gracious lord. Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service K. Rich. Dar’st thou resolve to kill a friend of With such contempt? made I him king for this? mine?

0, let me think on Hastings; and begone Tyr. Please you ; but I had rather kill two ene- To Brecknock ’, while my fearful head is on. (Eril.

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

SCENE III.

- The same.
mies!

Enter TYRREL.
Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deal 8 upon;

Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done ;

The most arch deed of piteous massacre, Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, That ever yet this land was guilty of. And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come To do this piece of ruthless butchery, hither, Tyrrel;

Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Go, by this token: Rise, and lend thine ear :

Melting with tenderness and inild compassion, [Whispers.

Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. There is no more but so: - Say, it is done, O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, – And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

9 Foolish, [Exit.

" A Jack of the clock-house is an image like those at St. Tyr. I will despatch it straight.

Dunstan's church in Flect-street, and was then a common 4 Inconsiderate,

6 Cunning.

appendage to clocks. 7 It is of great consequence to my designs.

5 Secret act.

• Act.

His castle in Walcs.

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