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Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, Yet who so bold, but says--he sees it not? To visit him to-morrow, or next day: Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, He is within, with two right reverend fathers, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. Divinely bent to meditation ;

[Exit. And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd, SCENE VII.The same. Court of Baynard's || To draw him from his holy exercise. castle. Enter Gloster and Buckingham, meeting. Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen,

Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke; Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens? || In deep designs, in matter of great moment,

Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, No less importing than our general good, The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Are come to have some conference with his grace. Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil

Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. dren? Buck. I did ; with his contract with lady Lucy,|| Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an

(Exit. And his contráct by deputy in France;

Edward! The insatiate greediness of his desires,

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, 2
And his enforcement of the city wives;

But on his knees at meditation;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
As being got, your father then in France; But meditating with two deep divines;
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.

Not sleeping, to engross: his idle body,
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,

But praying, to enrich his watchful soul : Being the right idea of your father,

Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Both in your form and nobleness of mind : Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: Laid open all your victories in Scotland, But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,

May. Marry, God defend, his grace should say Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;

us này! Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes again; Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. And, when my oratory grew to an end,

Re-enter Catesby. I bade them, that did love their country's good, Now, Catesby, what says his grace? Cry--God save Richard, England's royal king! Cate. He wonders to what end you have assemGlo. And did they so?

bled Buck. No, so God ħelp me, they spake not a word; || Such troops of citizens to come to him, But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, His grace not being warn'd thereof before, Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. Which when I saw, í reprehended them;

Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence: | Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: His answer was,-the people were not us'd By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; To be spoke to but by the recorder.

And so once more return and tell his grace. Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again :

(Exit Catesby. Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd; When holy and devout religious men But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; When he had done, some followers of mine own, So sweet is zealous contemplation. At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps, And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard Enter Gloster, in a gallery above, between two And thus I took the vantage of those few,

Bishops. Catesby returns. Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I; May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two This general applause, and cheerful shout,

clergymen! Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : Buck. Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, And even here brake off and came away. To stay him from the fall of vanity : Glo. What tongueless blocks were they ; would And, see, a book of prayer in his hand; they not speak?

True ornaments to know a holy man.-
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come ? Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intendt some Lend favourable ear to our requests ;
fear;

And pardon us the interruption
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: Of thy devotion, and right Christian zeal.
And look yoa get a prayer-book in your hand, Gló. My lord, there needs no such apology;
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord; I rather do beseech you pardon me,
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : Who, earnest in the service of my God,
And be not easily won to our requests;

Neglect the visitation of my friends. Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ?

Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God As I can say nay to thee for myself,

above, No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue. And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, knocks.

[Exit Gloster. That seems disgracious in the city's eye; Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here;

your grace, I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.

On our entreaties to amend your fault!
Enter, from the castle, Catesby.

Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request?

land?

Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you (1) Pretend. (2) A couch. (3) Fatten.

resign

me?

The supreme seat, the throne majestical, To base declension and loath'd bigamy :
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,

By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, This Edward, whom our manners call-the prince
The lineal glory of your royal house,

More bitterly could I expostulate,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock : Save that, for reverence to some alive,
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
(Which here we waken to our country's good,) Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; This proffer'd benefit of dignity :
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,

If not to bless us and the land withal,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
And almost shoulder'd' in the swallowing gulf From the corruption of abusing time,
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. Unto a lineal true-derived course.
Which to recure,2 we heartily solicit

May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat Your gracious self to take on you the charge

you. And kingly government of this your land: Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd Not as protector, steward, substitute,

love. Or lowly factor for another's gain :

Cate. O, make them joyful, grant their lawful But as successively, from blood to blood,

suit. Your right of birth, your empery, your own. Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on For this, consorted with the citizens, Your very worshipful and loving friends, I am unfit for state and majesty :And by their vehement instigation,

I do beseech you, take it not amiss; In this just suit come I to move your grace.

I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you. Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, Buck. If you refuse it, -as in love and real, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,

Loath to depose the child, your brother's son ; Best fitteth my degree, or your condition : As well we know your tenderness of heart, If, not to answer,--you might haply think, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, 6 Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded Which we have noted in you to your kindred, To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,

And equally, indeed, to all estates, Which fondly you would here impose on me; Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, If to reprove you for this suit of yours,

Your brother's son shall never reign our king; So season'd with your faithful love to me, But we will plant some other in your throne, Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. To the disgrace and downfall of your house. Therefore,—to speak, and to avoid the first; And, in this resolution, here we leave you; And, then in speaking, not to incur the last, - Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. Definitively thus I answer you.

(Exeunt Buckingham and Citizens. Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept Unmeritable, shuns your high request.

their suit; First, if all obstacles were cut away,

If you deny them, all the land will rue it. And that my path were even to the crown, Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? As the ripe revenue and due of birth ;

Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

But penetrable to your kind entreaties, (Ex. Cate. So mighty, and so many, my defects,

Albeit against my conscience and my soul.That I would rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,

Re-enter Buckingham, and the rest. Than in my greatness covet to be hid,

Cousin of Buckingham, and sage, grave men,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me; To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no,
(And much I need to help you, if need were ;) I must have patience to endure the load:
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Will well become the seat of majesty,

Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. From all the impure blots and stains thereof; On him I lay what you would lay on me,

For God he knows, and you may partly see, The right and fortune of his happy stars, How far I am from the desire of this. Which, God defend, that I should wring from him! May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace ;

Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, Buck. Then I salute you with this royal titleAll circumstances well considered.

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! You say, that Edward is your brother's son;

AN. Amen. So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :

Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be For first he was contract to lady Lucy,

crown'd? Your mother lives a witness to his vow;

Glo. Even when you please, since you will have And afterwards by substitute betroth'd

it so. To Bona, sister to the king of France.

Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your These both put by, a poor petitioner,

grace; A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,

Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again. Even in the afternoon of her best days,

(70 the Bishops. Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Farewell, good cousin ;-farewell, gentle friends. Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts

(Exeunt. (1) Thrust into (2) Recover. (3) Empire. (4) Want ability. (5) Minute. (6) Pity.

say it.

ACT IV.

You shall have letters from me to my son SCENE 1.Before the Tower. Enter on one Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

In your behalf, to meet you on the way. side, Queen Elizabeth, duchess of York, and marquis of Dorset; on the other, Anne, duchesso my accursed womb, the bed of death;

Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery! of Gloster, leading Lady Margaret Plantagenet,A cockatricel hast thou hatch'd to the world, Člarence's young daughter.

Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! Duch. Who meets us here?-my niece Plan Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was tagenet

sent. Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster ? Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, 0, would to God, that the inclusive verge On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince. Of golden metal, that must round my brow, Daughter, well met.

Were red-hot steel, to seara me to the brain! Anne.

God give your graces both Anointed let me be with deadly venom; A happy and a joyful time of day!

And die, ere men can say-God save the queen! Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister? Whither Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; away?

To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, Anne. No! why?-When he, that is my husband Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

now, To gratulate the gentle princes there.

Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; & Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all When scarce the blood was well wash'd' from his together:

hands, Enter Brakenbury.

Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.

And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,

O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, How doth the prince, and my young son of York? For making me, so young, so old a widow !

This was my wish,-Be thou, quoth I, accursd, Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your pa-|| And, when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed ;

tience, I may not suffer you to visit them ;

And be thy wife (if any be so mad)

More miserable by the life of thee,
The king hath strictly chargʻd the contrary.
Q. Eliz. The king! who's that?

Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
Brak.
I mean, the lord protector. Even in so short a space, my woman's heart

Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly | Grossly grew captive to his honey words,

title!
Hath he set bounds between their love, and me?

And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse : I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?

Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest; Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,

For never yet one hour in his bed Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their || But with his timorous dreams was still awakd.

mother: Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And take thy office from thee, on thy peril. Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so;

Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu: I pity thy comI am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.

plaining. (Exit Brakenbury.

Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for Enter Stanley

Dor. Farewell

, thou woful welcomer of glory! Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak’st thy leave hence,

of it! And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.

guide thee!

(To Dorset. Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster

. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! (To the duchess of Gloster.

(To Anne. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess 2. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!

thee!

(To Q. Elizabeth. That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. 4 Dor. Be of good cheer:-Mother, how fares Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the your grace?

Tower. Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get theègone, Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! Thy mother's name is ominous to children: Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. For tender princes, use my babies well ! Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. (Exe. Lest thou increase the number of the dead; And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,

SCENE II.-A room of state in the palace. Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.

Flourish of trumpets. Richard, as king upon Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel,

his throne; Buckingham, Catesby, a Page, and madarn :

others. Take all the swift advantage of the hours; K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Bucking

ham, (1) A serpent supposed to originate from a cock's

(2) The crown.

(3) Burn. (4) Sorrow.

yours.

mies.

Buck. My gracious sovereign.

Look, how thou dream'st -I say again, give out, K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy || That Anne my queen is sick, and like to die : advice,

About it; for it stands me much upon,5 And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :- To stop all hopes, whose growth may damage me.But shall we wear these glories for a day?

(Exit Catesby. Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? I must be married to my brother's daughter,

Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last ! || Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass :K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the Murder her brothers, and then marry her! touch,

Uncertain way of gain! But I am in To try if thou be current gold, indeed :

So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin. Young Edward lives ;— Think now what I would|Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

speak. Buck. Say on, my loving lord.

Re-enter Page, with Tyrrel. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be Is thy name—Tyrrel? king.

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned subject. liege.

K. Rich. Art thou, indeed? K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward Tyr.

Prove me, my gracious lord. lives.

K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of Buck. True, noble prince.

mine? K. Rich.

O bitter consequence, Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two eneThat Edward still should live,-true, noble prince!Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :

K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep eneShall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;

mies, And I would have it suddenly perform'd. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. || Are they that I would have thee deale upon :

Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, freezes :

And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause,

hither, Tyrrel; dear lord,

Go, by this token S-Rise, and lend thine ear: Before I positively speak in this :

(Whispers. I will resolve your grace immediately. (Ex. Buck. There is no more but so :-Say, it is done, Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. || And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

(Aside. Tyr. I will despatch it straight. (Exit. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, (Descends from his throne.

Re-enter Buckingham. And unrespective2 boys: none are for me, Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind That look into me with considerate eyes ;

The late demand that you did sound me in. High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.- K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Boy,

Richmond. Page. My lord.

Buck. I hear the news, my lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupt- K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son :-Well, ing gold

look to it. Would tempt unto a close exploits of death ? Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by Page. I know a discontented gentleman,

promise, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind : || For wbich your honour and your faith is pawn'd; Gold were as good as twenty orators,

The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. Which you have promised I shall possess. K. Rich. What is his name?

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Page. His name, my lord, is— Tyrrel. || Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him Buck. What says your highness to my just rehither, boy.

(Exit Page The deep-revolving, witty4 Buckingham

K. Rich. I do remember me, Henry the Sixth No more shall be the neighbour to

my counsels :

Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king,
Hath he so long held out with me untir'd, When Richmond was a little peevishi boy.
And stops he now for breath ?-well, be it 50.- A king !-perhaps-

Buck. My lord,
Enter Stanley.

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?

that time, Stan.

Know, my loving lord, || Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. K. Rich. Richmond !-When last I was at Exeter, K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumouritabroad,|| The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle, That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; And callid it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I I will take order for her keeping close.

started; Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, Because a bard of Ireland told me once, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daugh-|| I should not live long after I saw Richmond. ter:

Buck. My lord, The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.

K. Rich.

Ay, what's o'clock? (1) Touchstone. (2) Inconsiderate. (5) It is of the utmost consequence to my desigas. (3) Secret act. (4) Cunning

(6) Act.

(7) Foolish.

quest?

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Buck.

I am thus bold || At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
To put your grace in mind of what you promis?d me. And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown,

K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock ? To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.
Buck.

Upon the stroke
Of ten.

Enter Catesby K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Cate. My lord, Buck.

Why, let it strike! K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st so bluntly? the stroke

Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton is fled to Betwist thy begging and my meditation.

Richmond; I am not in the giving vein to-day.

And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy WelshBuck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will,

men, Is in the field,

and still

his power increaseth. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the K. Rich. Ély with Richmond troubles me more

vein. Exeunt King Richard, and train. Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service Than Buckingham, and his rash-levied strength. With such contempt? made Í him king for this? Come, -I have learn'd, that fearful commenting 0, let me think on Hastings; and be gone

Is leaden servitor to dull delay; To Brecknock,2 while my fearful head is on. (Exit. Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:

Then fiery expedition be my wing, SCENE III.-The same. Enter Tyrrel.

Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king ! Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; Go, muster men : My counsel is my shield; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. That ever yet this land was guilty of.

[Exeunt. Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless: butchery,

SCENE IV.-The same. Before the Palace. Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,

Enter Queen Margaret. Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. And drop into the rotten mouth of death. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,- Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another To watch the waning of mine enemies. Within their alabaster innocent arms:

A dire induction am I witness to, Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my here?

mind; But, O, the devil-there the villain stopp'd;

Enter Queen Elizabeth and the Duchess of York. When Dighton thus told on,—we smothered Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes ! ah, my tender The most replenished sweet work of nature,

babes! That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd. - My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, They could not speak; and so I left them both, And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

Hover about me with your airy wings,

And hear your mother's lamentation !
Enter King Richard.

R. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right And here he comes :—All health, my sovereign lord: Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night.

K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel ! am I happy in thy news? Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice,

Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge That my wo-wearied tongue is still and mute,Beget your happiness, be happy then,

Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? For it is done.

Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Tyr. I did, my lord.

Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, o God, fly from such gentle K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

lambs, Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? them;

When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was done? But where, to say the truth, I do not know. 2. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper,

Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living When thou shalt tell the process of their death.

ghost, Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, Wo's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life And be inheritor of thy desire.

usurp'd, Farewell, till then.

Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Tyr. I humbly take my leave. (Exit. Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pennd up

[Sitting down. close;

Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! His daughter meanly match'd in marriage ; Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford a The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,

grave, · And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; Now, for I know the Bretagne4 Richmond aims Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here!

(1) An image like those at St. Dunstan's church (4) The country in which Richmond had taken in Fleet-street.

refuge. (2) His castle in Wales. (3) Merciless. (5) Bishop of Ely. (6) Introduction.

VOL. II.

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