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Take all the swift advantage of the hours ;
Ducb. O ill.dispersing wind of misery!
Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was fent.
Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.
Q: Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory ;
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 walh'd from his hands, Which issu'd 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 iny wish,-Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, For making me, so young, fo old a widow ! And, when thou wed"X, let furrow baunt thy bed; And be thy wife (if any be so mad) Mere miserable by the life of thee, Tban thou has 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 hach held mine eyes
For never yet one hour in his bed
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu ; I pity thy complaining.
[To DORSET. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
[To ANNE. Go thou to fanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee !
[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.. 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 forrow bids your stones farewell. [Exeunt.
A Room of fate in the Palace.
Flourish of trumpets. RICHARD, as king upon his throne ;
BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and Others. K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Buckingham,
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. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
Buck. Say on, my loving lord.
O bitter consequence,
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 BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. [ Afide. 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,
K. Rich. What is his name?
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 fhall be the neighbour to my counfels : Hath he so long held out with me untird, And stops he now for breath ?-well, be it fo..
How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?
Know, my loving lord,
K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad,
[Exit CATESBY. I must be marry'd to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glafs :-
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.
Is thy name-Tyrrel ?
Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your moft obedient subject.
Prove me, my gracious lord.
K. Rich. Why, then thou haft it; two deep enemies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet Neep'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 fing'st sweet musick. Hark, come hither,
Tyrrel; Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear: (Whispers, There is no more but fo:-Say, it is done, And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. Tyr. I will despatch it straight.
Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind
K. Rich. Well, let that reft. Dorset is filed to Richmond.