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Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience,
Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?
I mean, the lord protector.
Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them.
Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Then bring me to their sights; l'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee, on thy peril.
Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.
'[Exit Brakenbury. Enter STANLEY. Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster.
[10 the Duchess of Gloster. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
Q. Eliz. O ́Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone,
Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam :Take all the swift advantage of the hours; You shall have letters from me to my son
In your behalf, to meet you on the way:
Duch. O. ill,dispersing wind of misery
Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
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 wash'd from his hands, Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; 0, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, This was my wish,—Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, For making me, so young, so old a widow ! And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed ; And be thy wife (if any be so mad) More miserable by the life of thee, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Even in so short a space, iny woman's heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words, And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse : Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest; For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Q. Eliś. Poor heart, adieu : I pity thy complaining. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
[To Dorset. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
[To Anne. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
[To Queen 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 sorrow bids your stones farewell. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Room of Stute 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,-
K. Rich. Give me thy band. Thus high, by thy advice,
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, That Edward still should live, true, noble prince !Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
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. [Ea it Buck.
Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. [Aside.
[Descends from his Throne.
Page. My lord.
K.Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
Page. I know a discontented gentleman,
pt him to any thing.
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 shall be the neighbour to my counsels : Hath he so long held out with ine untir'd, 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,
That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick;
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.
Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Darst 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 soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come
hither, Tyrrel; Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear: