And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. Page. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man: go, call him Exit Page. hither. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels : Enter STANLey. How now! what news with you? Stan. My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled To Richmond, in those parts beyond the seas Where he abides. K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby ! abroad [Stands apart. Rumour it That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me. 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 sovereign. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Ay, my lord ; But I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, there 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 : There is no more but so :—say it is done, [Whispers. And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. K. Rich. Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? Tyr. Ye shall, my lord. Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. [Exit. Buck. My lord, I have considered in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in. K. Rich. Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond. Buck. I hear that 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 pawned; Th' earldom of Hereford and the moveables The which you promiséd I should 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 demand? K. Rich. As I remember, Henry the Sixth Buck. My lord!— K. Rich. How chance the prophet could not at that time Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? I should not live long after I saw Richmond. K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock ? Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promised me. Well, but what's o'clock K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. Why let it strike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no. vein. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM. Buck. Is it even so? rewards he my true 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! [Exit. SCENE III.-Another Room in the Palace. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody deed is done,- Although they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, 6 Which once,' quoth Forrest, almost changed my mind; But O! the devil'—there the villain stopped; Enter King RICHARD. All health, my sovereign liege! K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? Tyr. I did, my lord. K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Meantime, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell till then. [Exit TYRREL. The son of Clarence have I pent up close; His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage; The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night. Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, |