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Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience,
I may not suffer you to visit them;
The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary..

Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?
Brak.

I mean, the lord protector.
Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
Hath he set bounds between their love, and me?
I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?

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!
That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.

Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
Dor. Be of good cheer:- Mother, how fares your grace?

Q. Eliz. O ́Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone,
Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
Thy mother's name is ominous to children :
If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house,
Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.

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:
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

Duch. O. ill,dispersing wind of misery
O my accursed womb, the bed of death;
A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murderous !

Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.

Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.-
0, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!

Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

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,-
Buck. My gracious sovereign.

K. Rich. Give me thy band. Thus high, by thy advice,
And.thy assistance, is king Richard seated :
But shall we wear these glories for a day?.
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last!

K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold, indeed :-
Young Edward lives;—Think now what I would speak.

Buck. Say on, my loving lord.
K. Rich. Why, Buckinghain, I say, I would be king.
Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege.
K. Rich. Ha! am I king? "Tis so: but Edward lives
Buck. True, noble prince.
K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live, true, noble prince !Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :

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Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
And I would have it suddenly perform’d.
What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief.

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.
K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted tools,

[Descends from his Throne.
And unrespective boys: none are for me,
That look into me with considerate eyes ;-
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.-

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,
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him

pt 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.

[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,

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That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:-
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.-
Look, how thou dream'st!—I say again, give out,
That Anne, my queen, is sick, and like to die:
About it; for it stands me much upon,
To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me.-

[Exit Catesby.
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :-
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain. But I am in
So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.
Is thy name-Tyrrel?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?
Tyr.

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:

[Whispers.
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.

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

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