But penetrable to your kind Entreaties, Coufin of Buckingham, and fage, grave Men, Mayor. God bless your Grace, we fee it, and will fay it. All. Amen. Buck. To morrow may it please you to be Crown'd. Glo. Even when you pleafe, for you will have it so. Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace, And fo moft joyfully we take our leave. Glo. Come, let us to our holy Work again. Farewel my Coufins, farewel gentle Friends. ACT IV. SCENE I. [Exeunt. Enter the Queen, Anne Dutchess of Gloucefter, the Duchefs of York, and Marquess of Dorfet. Dutch. My Neice Plantagenet, Led in the Hand of her kind Aunt of Glo'fter? Anne. God give your Graces both a lappy Queen Queen. As much to you, good Sifter; whither away? Anne. No farther than the Tower, and as I guess, Upon the like devotion as your felves, To gratulate the gentle Princes there. Queen. Kind Sifter thanks, we'll enter all together. Enter the Lieutenant. And in good time, here the Lieutenant comes. The King hath ftrictly charg'd the contrary. Lieu. I mean the Lord Protector. Queen. The Lord protect him from that Kingly Title. Lien. No, Madam, no, I may not leave it fo: Enter Stanley. [Exit Lieutenant. Stan. Let me but meet you Ladies one hour hence, That my pent Heart may have fome fcope to beat, Anne. Defpightful tidings, O unpleafing News. L Let Left thou increase the number of the dead, Dutch. O ill difperfing Wind of Mifery, Stan. Come, Madam, come, I in all hafte was fent. Anne. No! why? When he that is my Husband now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's Coarfe: When scarce the Blood was well wash'd from his Hands, And that dear Saint, which then I weeping follow'd: More miferable, by the Life of thee, Than thou haft made me, by my dear Lord's Death. And prov'd the fubject of mine own Soul's Curfe; Did I enjoy the golden dew of Sleep, But with his timorous Dreams was still awak'd. Befides. Befides, he hates me for my Father Warwick, Queen. Poor Heart, adieu, I pity thy complaining. Anne. No more than with my Soul I mourn for yours. Dorf. Farewel, thou woful welcomer of Glory. Anne. Adieu, poor Soul, that tak'st thy leave of it. Dutch. Go thou to Richmond, and good Fortune guide thee, [To Dorfet. Go thou to Richard, and good Angels tend thee, [To Anne. Go thou to Sanctuary, and good Thoughts poffefs thee, [To the Queen. I to my Grave, where Peace and Ref lye with me. Eighty odd Years of forrow have I seen, And each Hours joy wrack'd with a Week of teen. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Flourish of Trumpets. Enter Gloucester as King, Bucking ham, Catesby, Ratcliff, and Lovel. K. Rich. Stand all apart Buck. My gracious Soveraign. Coufin of Buckingham. K. Rich. Give me thy Hand. Thus high by thy advice, And thy affiftance, is King Richard feated: But shall we wear thefe Glories for a Day? Or fhall they laft, and we rejoice in them? Young Edward lives---think now what I would speak. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I fay I would be King. K. Rich. K. Rich. Ha! am I King? 'tis fo--but Edward lives-.Buck. True, noble Prince. K. Rich. O bitter Confequence! That Edward ftill fhould live, True noble Prince. Shall I be plain? I wish the Baftards dead, K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all Ice, thy kindness freezes: Say, have I thy confent, that they shall die? Buck. Give me fome little breath, fome paufe, dear Lord, Before I pofitively speak in this: I will refolve you herein prefently. [Exit Buckingham. Catef. The King is angry, fee he gnaws his Lip. K. Rich. I will converfe with Iron-witted Fools, Page. My Lord. K. Rich. Know ft thou not any, whom corrupting Gold Will tempt unto a close exploit of Death? Page. I know a difcontented Gentleman, Whole humble means match not his haughty Spirit: And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. K. Rich. What is his Name? Page. His Name, my Lord, is Tirrel. K. Rich. I partly know the Man; go call him hither, Boy. The deep revolving witty Buckingham, No more fhall be the Neighbour to my Counfels. Enter Stanley. How now, Lord Stanley, what's the News? [Exit. Stan. Know, my loving Lord, the Marquis Dorset, As I hear, is fled to Richmond, In the Parts where he abides. R. Rich. |