ther than the Tower, and, as I guess, evotion as yourselves, gentle princes there. eth. Kind sister, thanks; we 'll enter all to ne, here the lieutenant comes. Enter BRAKENBURY. nt, pray you, by your leave, rince, and my young son of York? Right well, dear madam. By your patience, you to visit them; trictly charg'd the contrary. th. The king! who's that? I mean the lord protector. th. The Lord protect him from that kingly nds between their love and me? path, and therefore pardon me. Enter STANLEY. 2C [Exit. ne but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, your grace of York as mother I swoon with this dead-killing news! - Despiteful tidings! O, unpleasing news! et. Be of good cheer. - Mother, how fares your Elizabeth. O Dorset, speak not to me, ge gone! and destruction dog thee at thy heels; ther's name is ominous to children. wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, e with Richmond from the reach of hell. thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, Du increase the number of the dead, ake me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,-ther, wife, nor England's counted queen. ey. Full of wise care is this your counsel, mad 1 the swift advantage of the hours; all have letters from me to my son behalf, to meet you on the way: a'en tardy by unwise delay. ess. O, ill-dispersing wind of misery!ccursed womb, the bed of death! atrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, unavoided eye is murtherous. y. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was se And I with all unwillingness will go.1 to God that the inclusive verge en metal that must round my brow d-hot steel to sear me to the brain! d let me be with deadly venom, ere men can say, God save the queen! m my other angel husband, h: 'Be thou,' quoth I, 'accurs'd, wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; - if any be so mad by the life of thee made me by my dear lord's death!' beat this curse again, a time, my woman's heart otive to his honey words, subject of mine own soul's curse, nath held mine eyes from rest; ne hour in his bed golden dew of sleep, orous dreams was still awak'd. 3 me for my father Warwick, bt, shortly be rid of me. 70. 84 th. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complain re than with my soul I mourn for yours. vell, thou woful welcomer of glory! poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! 90 thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide [To Dorset. ard, and good angels tend thee! tuary, and good thoughts possess thee! [To Queen Elizabeth. [To Anne. nvy hath immur'd within your walls, [E SCENE II. A Room of State in the Palace. 1. Enter RICHARD, crowned, and in state; Buc HAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others. Richard. Stand all apart. - Cousin of Bucking ingham. My gracious sovereign. [Richard ascends the throne. The trumpets Richard. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by th zice y assistance, is King Richard seated.ll we wear these glories for a day? 1 they last, and we rejoice in them? ingham. Still live they, and forever let them las Richard. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the t if thou be current gold indeed! Edward lives. Think now what I would speak ingham. Say on, my loving lord. - Richard. Why, Buckingham, I say I would be ingham. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned | - Richard. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so; but E lives. Eingham. True, noble prince. - Richard. O, bitter conseq : sptan suчисту, Your grace may do your pleasure. 20 Tut, tut! thou art all ice, thy kindness consent that they shall die? Give me some little breath, some pause, dear ly speak in this; herein presently. [Exit. de to another] The king is angry; see, he s lip. I will converse with iron-witted fools [Descends from his throne. e boys; none are for me ne with considerate eyes. Buckingham grows circumspect. 30 7. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting a close exploit of death? a discontented gentleman, neans match not his haughty spirit; od as twenty orators, abt, tempt him to any thing. 39 What is his name? His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. I partly know the man; go, call him hither, ing witty Buckingham e the neighbour to my counsels. [Exit Page. |