Buck. I hear that news, my lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son:-well, look to it. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawned; Th' earldom of Hereford and the moveables The which you promiséd I should possess. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife: if she convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. Buck. What says your highness to my just demand? K. Rich. As I remember, Henry the Sixth 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? I should not live long after I saw Richmond. K. Rich. Ay, what 's o'clock ? Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promised me. Well, but what's o'clock i K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. Why let it strike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. Buck. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no. vein. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM. Buck. Is it even so? rewards he my true 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.-Another Room in the Palace. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody deed is done,— Although they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which once,' quoth Forrest, almost changed my mind; But O! the devil'-there the villain stopped; Enter King RICHARD. All health, my sovereign liege! K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? Tyr. I did, my lord. K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Meantime, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell till then. [Exit TYRREL. The son of Clarence have I pent up close; His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage; And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, Enter CATESBY. Cate. My lord, K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly? Cate. Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Rich mond; And Buckingham, backed with the hardy Welsh men, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary: Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield; [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Before the Palace. Enter Queen MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurked, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France; hoping the consequence Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.— Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here? Enter Queen ELIZABETH and the Duchess of YORK. Q. Eliz. Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! Q. Mar. [Aside] Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimmed your infant morn to agéd night. Duch. So many miseries have crazed my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. [Aside] Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt Thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? Duch. Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurped, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, [Sitting down |