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, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind : And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. K. Rich. What is his name? Page. His name, my lord, is—Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him hither, boy. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham [Exit Page. No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels : And stops he now for breath ?—well, be it so.— Enter STANLEY. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news? Stan. Know, my loving lord, The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad, I will take order for her keeping close. Look, how thou dream'ft!-I fay again, give out, To stop all hopes, whofe growth may damage me. Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glafs :- Re-enter Page, with TYRREL. Is thy name-Tyrrel? Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient fubject. K. Rich. Art thou, indeed? Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep enemies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep'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 foon I'll rid you from the fear of them. K. Rich. Thou fing'st sweet musick. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel; Go, by this token :-Rife, and lend thine ear: [Whispers. And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. mind Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my K. Rich. Well, let that reft. [Exit. Dorfet is fled to Richmond. lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon :-Well, look to it. Buck. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, have promised I shall poffefs. Which you K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if the convey Buck. What fays your highness to my just request ? 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 fhould kill him? Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,→ K. Rich. Richmond!-When laft I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle, And call'd it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I started; Because a bard of Ireland told me once, I should not live long after I saw Richmond. Buck. My lord, K. Rich. Buck. Ay, what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me. Buck. Of ten. K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. Upon the stroke Why let it ftrike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'ft the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then refolve me whe'r you will, or no. K. Rich. The fame. Enter TYRREL. yrannous and bloody act is done; were flefh'd villains, bloody dogs, -e four red roses on a stalk, uoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind ; e prime creation, e'er fhe fram'd.- They Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath But where, to fay the truth, I do not k K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, foon at When thou shalt tell the process of their Mean time, but think how I may do the And be inheritor of thy defire. Farewell, till then. Tyr. I humbly take my le K. Rich. The fon of Clarence have I His daughter meanly have I match'd in The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham' And Anne my wife hath bid the world Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmo At young Elizabeth, my brother's daug And, by that knot, looks proudly on t To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. Cate. My lord, Enter CATESBY. fe, The |