And prov'd the subject of mine own foul's curfe: Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was ftill awak'd. Queen. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining. thee! [To Dorfet. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee !— [To Anne. Go thou to fanctuary, and good thoughts poffefs thee! [To the Queen. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of 'teen. Queen. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the Tower. Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls! timorous]-terrible. 1 teen]--affliction, trouble. envy]-malice. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A C T IV. The court. Flourish of trumpets. Enter Richard, as King, Buckingham, K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Coufin of Buckingham,- K. Rich. Give me thy hand.. Thus high, by thy advice, Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them laft! K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch, if thou be current gold, indeed : To try K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I fay, I would be king. K. Rich. O bitter confequence, That Edward still should live-true! noble prince !- K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes: Say, have I thy confent, that they shall die? play the touch,]-ply the touch-represent, or apply the touchstone.. O bitter confequence,]-O bitter fequel to "Edward lives." Buck. Give me fome breath, fome little paufe, dear lord, Before I pofitively fpeak in this: I will refolve your grace immediately. [Exit Buckingham. Catef. The king is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip. k K. Rich. I will converfe with iron-witted fools, High-reaching Buckingham grows circumfpect.- Page. My lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a "clofe exploit of death? Page. I know a difcontented gentleman, And will, no doubt, tempt 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.— The deep-revolving "witty Buckingham No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels: Enter Stanley. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news? Stanl. Know, my loving lord, The marquis Dorfet, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. k iron-witted]-dull, impenetrable. unrefpective]-inattentive. [Exit boy. clofe exploit of death ?]—secret act, a private affaffination. K. Rich. K. Rich. Come hither, Catefby: rumour it abroad, To stop all hopes, whofe growth may damage me. [Exit Catesby. I must be marry'd to my brother's daughter, Uncertain way of gain! But I am in So far in blood, that fin will pluck on fin. Is thy name-Tyrrel? Enter Tyrrel. Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient fubject. Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou haft it; two deep enemies, Foes to my reft, and my fweet fleep's disturbers, Are they that I would have thee deal upon : Tyrrel, I mean thofe baftards in the Tower. Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them. K. Rich. Thou fing'ft sweet mufick. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel; • Uncertain way of gain !]-My fuccefs is uncertain, fince each ftep I take towards fecuring the crown requires another to bear it out. Go, Go, by this token:-Rife, and lend thine ear: [Whispers. Re-enter Buckingham. Buck. My lord, I have confider'd in my mind That late demand that you did found me in. [Exit. K. Rich. Well, let that reft. Dorfet is fled to Richmond. Buck. I hear the news, my lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon :-Well, look to it. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promife. For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I fhall poffefs. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if the convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. Buck. What fays your highness to my just request? K. Rich. I do remember me,-Henry the fixth Did prophefy, that Richmond fhould be king, When Richmond was a little peevish boy. A king!-perhaps Buck. My lord, K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time Have told me, I being by, that I fhould kill him? I should not live long after I faw Richmond. Buck. |