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Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,
SCENE II.-A Room of State 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 Bucking
ham, Buck. My gracious sovereign. K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy
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.
K. Rich. 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.
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.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip.
[Aside. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools,
[Descends from his throne.
Page. My lord.
Page. I know a discontented gentleman,
K. Rich. What is his name?
The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
Stan. Know, my loving lord,
K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad,
[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. Why, then thou hast it; two deep enemies,
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:
[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. K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Rich
mond. Buck. I hear the news, my lord. K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son :-Well, look
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
Buck. My lord, -
Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,
K. Rich. Richmond When last I was at Exeter,
Buck. My lord,
Buck. I am thus bold
K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock?
Buck. Upon the stroke
K. Rich. Well, let it strike.
Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no.
[Exeunt King RICHARD and train. Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service With such contempt? Made I him king for this?