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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 sing'st sweet musick. Hark, come

hither, Tyrrel; Go, by this token :—Rise, and lend thine ear:

[WJUipin.

There is no more but so :—Say, it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

Tyr. I will despatch it straight. . [Exit.

Re-enter Buckingham.

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in.

K. Rick. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

Buck. I hear the 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 pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I shall 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 request?

K. Rich. I do remember me,—Henry the sixth Did prophecy, that Richmond should be king,

When Richmond was a little peevish boy. 20 A king!—perhaps—

Ruck. My lord,—

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at

that time Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,—

A'. Rich. Richmond!—When last 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. Ay, what's o'clock?

Buck. I am thus bold

To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me.

K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock?

Buck. Upon the stroke

Of ten.

K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Buck. Why let it strike?

K. Rich. Because that, like a jack, thou keep'st the

stroke81

Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no.

K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. [ Exeunt King Richard and Train.

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Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep 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. [Tiit.

SCENE III.

The Same.
Enter Tyrrel.

Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
The most arch-deed of piteous massacre.
That ever yet this land was guilt of.
Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did .suborn
To do this piece of ruthless butchery,
Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,
Wept like two children, in their death's sad story.
0, thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms:
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers an their pilli/w lay;
Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind;
But, 0, the devil—there the villain stopp'd;
When Dighton thus told on,—we smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er shefam'd.
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,

VOL. XI. I

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