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The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
Scena Secunda.
Sound a Sennet. Enter Richard in pompe,
Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Louel.
Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Louel.
Rich.
Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham.
Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham.
Buck.
My gracious Soueraigne.
My gracious Soueraigne.
Rich.
Sound.Giue me thy hand.
Thus high, by thy aduice, and thy assistance,
Is King Richard seated:
But shall we weare these Glories for a day?
Or shall they last, and we reioyce in them?
Sound.Giue me thy hand.
Thus high, by thy aduice, and thy assistance,
Is King Richard seated:
But shall we weare these Glories for a day?
Or shall they last, and we reioyce in them?
Buck.
Still liue they, and for euer let them last.
Still liue they, and for euer let them last.
Rich.
Ah Buckingham, now doe I play the Touch,
To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed:
Young Edward liues, thinke now what I would speake.
Ah Buckingham, now doe I play the Touch,
To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed:
Young Edward liues, thinke now what I would speake.
Buck.
Say on my louing Lord.
Say on my louing Lord.
Rich.
Why Buckingham, I say I would be King.
Why Buckingham, I say I would be King.
Buck.
Why so you are, my thrice-renowned Lord.
Why so you are, my thrice-renowned Lord.
Rich.
Ha? am I King? 'tis so: but Edward liues.
Ha? am I King? 'tis so: but Edward liues.
Buck.
True, Noble Prince.
True, Noble Prince.
Rich.
O bitter consequence!
That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince.
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plaine? I wish the Bastards dead,
And I would haue it suddenly perform'd.
What say'st thou now? speake suddenly, be briefe.
O bitter consequence!
That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince.
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plaine? I wish the Bastards dead,
And I would haue it suddenly perform'd.
What say'st thou now? speake suddenly, be briefe.
Buck.
Your Grace may doe your pleasure.
Your Grace may doe your pleasure.
Rich.
Tut, tut, thou art all Ice, thy kindnesse freezes:
Say, haue I thy consent, that they shall dye?
Tut, tut, thou art all Ice, thy kindnesse freezes:
Say, haue I thy consent, that they shall dye?
Buc.
Giue me some litle breath, some pawse, deare Lord,
Before I positiuely speake in this:
Exit Buck.I will resolue you herein presently.
Giue me some litle breath, some pawse, deare Lord,
Before I positiuely speake in this:
Exit Buck.I will resolue you herein presently.
Catesby.
The King is angry, see he gnawes his Lippe.
The King is angry, see he gnawes his Lippe.
Rich.
I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles,
And vnrespectiue Boyes: none are for me,
That looke into me with considerate eyes,
High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect.
Boy.
I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles,
And vnrespectiue Boyes: none are for me,
That looke into me with considerate eyes,
High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect.
Boy.
Page.
My Lord.
My Lord.
Rich.
Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting Gold
Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death?
Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting Gold
Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death?
Page.
I know a discontented Gentleman,
Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit:
Gold were as good as twentie Orators,
And will (no doubt) tempt him to any thing.
I know a discontented Gentleman,
Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit:
Gold were as good as twentie Orators,
And will (no doubt) tempt him to any thing.
Rich.
What is his Name?
What is his Name?
Page.
His Name, my Lord, is Tirrell.
His Name, my Lord, is Tirrell.
Rich.
I partly know the man: goe call him hither,
Exit.Boy.
The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham,
No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes.
Hath he so long held out with me, vntyr'd,
And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.
Enter Stanley.
How now, Lord Stanley, what's the newes?
I partly know the man: goe call him hither,
Exit.Boy.
The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham,
No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes.
Hath he so long held out with me, vntyr'd,
And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.
Enter Stanley.
How now, Lord Stanley, what's the newes?
Stanley.
Know my louing Lord, the Marquesse Dorset
As I heare, is fled to Richmond,
In the parts where he abides.
Know my louing Lord, the Marquesse Dorset
As I heare, is fled to Richmond,
In the parts where he abides.
Rich.
Come hither Catesby, rumor it abroad,
That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke.
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter:
The Boy is foolish, and I feare not him.
Looke how thou dream'st: I say againe, giue out,
That Anne, my Queene, is sicke, and like to dye.
About it, for it stands me much vpon
To stop all hopes, whose growth may dammage me.
I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter,
Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse:
Murther her Brothers, and then marry her,
Vncertaine way of gaine. But I am in
So farre in blood, that sinne will pluck on sinne,
Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye.
Enter Tyrrel.
Is thy Name Tyrrel?
Come hither Catesby, rumor it abroad,
That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke.
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter:
The Boy is foolish, and I feare not him.
Looke how thou dream'st: I say againe, giue out,
That Anne, my Queene, is sicke, and like to dye.
About it, for it stands me much vpon
To stop all hopes, whose growth may dammage me.
I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter,
Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse:
Murther her Brothers, and then marry her,
Vncertaine way of gaine. But I am in
So farre in blood, that sinne will pluck on sinne,
Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye.
Enter Tyrrel.
Is thy Name Tyrrel?
Tyr.
Iames Tyrrel, and your most obedient subiect.
Iames Tyrrel, and your most obedient subiect.
Rich.
Art thou indeed?
Art thou indeed?
Tyr.
Proue me, my gracious Lord.
Proue me, my gracious Lord.
Rich.
Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine?
Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine?
Tyr.
Please you:
But I had rather kill two enemies.
Please you:
But I had rather kill two enemies.
Rich.
Why then thou hast it: two deepe enemies,
Foes to my Rest, and my sweet sleepes disturbers,
Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon:
Tyrrel, I meane those Bastards in the Tower.
Why then thou hast it: two deepe enemies,
Foes to my Rest, and my sweet sleepes disturbers,
Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon:
Tyrrel, I meane those Bastards in the Tower.
Tyr.
Let me haue open meanes to come to them,
And soone Ile rid you from the feare of them.
Let me haue open meanes to come to them,
And soone Ile rid you from the feare of them.
Rich.
Thou sing'st sweet Musique;
Hearke, come hither Tyrrel,
Whispers.Goe by this token: rise, and lend thine Eare,
There is no more but so: say it is done,
And I will loue thee, and preferre thee for it.
Tyr.
Exit.I will dispatch it straight.
Thou sing'st sweet Musique;
Hearke, come hither Tyrrel,
Whispers.Goe by this token: rise, and lend thine Eare,
There is no more but so: say it is done,
And I will loue thee, and preferre thee for it.
Tyr.
Exit.I will dispatch it straight.
Enter Buckingham.
Buck.
My Lord, I haue consider'd in my minde,
The late request that you did sound me in.
My Lord, I haue consider'd in my minde,
The late request that you did sound me in.
Rich.
Well, let that rest: Dorset is fled to Richmond.
Buck.
I heare the newes, my Lord.
Well, let that rest: Dorset is fled to Richmond.
Buck.
I heare the newes, my Lord.
Rich.
Stanley, hee is your Wiues Sonne: well, looke vnto it.
Stanley, hee is your Wiues Sonne: well, looke vnto it.
Buck.
My Lord, I clayme the gift, my due by promise,
For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd,
Th'Earledome of Hertford, and the moueables,
Which you haue promised I shall possesse.
My Lord, I clayme the gift, my due by promise,
For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd,
Th'Earledome of Hertford, and the moueables,
Which you haue promised I shall possesse.
Rich.
Stanley looke to your Wife: if she conuey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Stanley looke to your Wife: if she conuey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Buck.
What sayes your Highnesse to my iust request?
What sayes your Highnesse to my iust request?
Rich.
I doe remember me, Henry the Sixt
Did prophecie, that Richmond should be King,
When Richmond was a little peeuish Boy.'
A King perhaps.
I doe remember me, Henry the Sixt
Did prophecie, that Richmond should be King,
When Richmond was a little peeuish Boy.'
A King perhaps.
Buck.
May it please you to resolue me in my suit.
May it please you to resolue me in my suit.
Rich.
Exit.Thou troublest me, I am not in the vaine.
Exit.Thou troublest me, I am not in the vaine.
Buck.
And is it thus? repayes he my deepe seruice
With such contempt? made I him King for this?
O let me thinke on Hastings, and be gone
Exit.To Brecnock, while my fearefull Head is on.
And is it thus? repayes he my deepe seruice
With such contempt? made I him King for this?
O let me thinke on Hastings, and be gone
Exit.To Brecnock, while my fearefull Head is on.
Enter Tyrrel.
Tyr.
The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done,
The most arch deed of pittious massacre
Tyr.
The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done,
The most arch deed of pittious massacre
That
