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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?
His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Ġo, 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 me untir'd, And stops he now for breath?-well, be it so.
Know, my loving lord,
1- see, he gnaws his lip.] Several of our ancient historians observe, that this was an accustomed action of Richard, whether he was pensive or angry.
& And unrespective boys ;] Unrespective is inattentive to consequences, inconsiderate. 9- close exploit -] Is secret act.
— witty-] In this place signifies judicious or cunning. A wit was not at this time employed to signify a man of fancy, but was used for wisdom or judgment.
The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is filed
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.
Prove me, my gracious lord.
mine? Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep ene
mies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
2 I will take order for her keeping close.] i. e. I will take measures that shall oblige her to keep close.
s— it stands me much upon,] i. e, it is of the utmost consequence to my designs.
Are they that I would have thee deal upon :*
Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them,
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.
, look to it.
K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
Buck. My lord,
4- deal upon :) i. e. act upon. We should now say-deal with; but the other was the phraseology of our author's time,
K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at
that time, Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,
K. Rich. Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
Buck. My lord,
I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me.
K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock
Upon the stroke Of ten.
K. Rich. Well, let it strike.5
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 whe'r you will, or no. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
[Exeunt King RICHARD and Train. Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep 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.
s Well, let it strike.] This seems to have been a proverbial sentence.
o Because that, like a Jack,–] An image, like those at St. Dunstan's church in Fleet Street, and at the market houses at several towns in this kingdom, was usually called a Jack of the clock-house.
7 To Brecknock,] To the Castle of Brecknock in Wales, where the Duke of Buckingham's estate lay.
Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever get this land was guilty of. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms: Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; But, 0, the devil—there the villain stopp'd; When Dighton thus told on,--we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, They could not speak; and so I left them both, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.
Enter King RICHARD. And here he comes:-All health, my sovereign lord!
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.