arquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled hmond, in the parts where he abides. Richard. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it ab nne my wife is very grievous sick; ake order for her keeping close. me out some mean poor gentleman, I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter.y is foolish, and I fear not him.now thou dream'st!-I say again, give out anne my queen is sick, and like to die. it; for it stands me much upon p all hopes whose growth may damage me. be married to my brother's daughter, e my kingdom stands on brittle glass.er her brothers, and then marry her? tain way of gain! But I am in in blood, that sin will pluck on sin. alling pity dwells not in this eye. Enter Page, with TyRREL. name Tyrrel? [Exit C -rel. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subje g Richard. Art thou, indeed? rel. Prove me, my graciou g Richard. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of rel. Please you; but I had rather kill two ener ag Richard. Why, then thou hast it; two deep er to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers, rrel; .-Rise, and lend thine ear. e but so ;-say it is done, thee and prefer thee for it. dispatch it straight. Enter BUCKINGHAM. [Whispers. 80 [Exit. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind that you did sound me in. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Rich I hear the news, my lord. Stanley, he is your wife's son ;-well, look My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, nonour and your faith is pawn'd; Hereford and the movables promised I shall possess. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey mond, you shall answer it. 90 What says your highness to my just request? I do remember me,-Henry the Sixth at Richmond should be king, I was a little peevish boy. being by, that I should kill him? My lord, your promise for the earldom, 100 Richard. Ay; what's o'clock? ingham. I am thus bold to put your grace in t you promis'd me. Richard. Well, but what 's o'clock ? kingham. Richard. Well, let it strike. kingham. Upon the stroke Why let it strike Richard. Because that, like a Jack, thou kee stroke t thy begging and my meditation. hot in the giving vein to-day. kingham. Why, then resolve me whether you wil g Richard. Thou troublest me; I am not in the [Exeunt King Richard and kingham. And is it thus? repays he my deep s such contempt? made I him king for this? me think on Hastings, and be gone ecknock, while my fearful head is on. ed of piteous massacre Hesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Forrest, 'girdling one another aster innocent arms; ur red roses on a stalk, mer beauty kiss'd each other. s on their pillow lay, h Forrest, 'almost chang'd my mina: - there the villain stopp'd; is told on,-'We smothered hed sweet work of Nature me creation e'er she fram'd.' one with conscience and remorse, beak; and so I left them both, gs to the bloody king. Enter KING RICHARD. es.-All health, my sovereign lord! Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? ve done the thing you gave in charge ness, be happy then, But didst thou see them dead? my lord. 10 20 inheritor of thy desire. I till then. 1. I humbly take my leave. Richard. The son of Clarence have I pent up ghter meanly have I match'd in marriage; is of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, ne my wife hath bid this world good night. r I know the Breton Richmond aims g Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, that knot looks proudly on the crown, go I, a jolly thriving wooer. by. My lord!— Enter CATESBY. Richard. Good or bad news, that thou com's bluntly? sby. Bad news, my lord; Morton is fled to Rich uckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, ne field, and still his power increaseth. g Richard. Ely with Richmond troubles me mor Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. I have learn'd that fearful commenting Hen servitor to dull delay; leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: fiery expedition be my wing, Mercury, and herald for a king! [2 |