Ric. Go, Ltrvel, with all fpeed to doftor Sbaw,^.
Go thou [to Cat.] to friar Penker ; bid them both



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Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's caftle.

[Exeunt Lov. and Cat.
Now will I in, to take fome privy order
To draw the brats of Clarence out of fight ;
And to give notice, that no manner perfon
Have, any time, recourfe unto the princes. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. rbefame. A Street.

Enter a Scrivener.

Scr. Hereof is the indi&mentofthegoodlord/fe/?/'.f;
Which in a fet hand fairly is engroff'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
And mark how well the fequel hangs together :
Eleven hours I have fpent to write it over,
For yeflernight by Catesby was it fent me;
The precedent was full as long a doing :
And yet within these five hours Haflingf liv'd,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
Here's a good world the while ! Who is fo grofs,
That cannot fee this palpable device ?
Yet who fo bold, but fays he fees it not ?
Bad is the world ; and all will come to nought.
When fuch bad dealing muft be feen in thought. [Exit.

SCENE VII. The fame. Court o/Baynard'j Caftle.
Enter RICHARD, aWBucKiNGHAM, meeting.

Ric. How now, how now? what fay the citizens?

Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
The citizens are mum, fay not a word.

Ric. Touch'd you the baftardy of Edward's children?

Buc. I did; with his contract with ladyrjr,
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The infattate greedinefs of his desire,
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trifles ; his own baftardy,
As being got, your father then in France,
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,
Being the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and noblenefs of mind :
Lay'd open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or (lightly handl'd, in difcourfe.
And, when my oratory drew toward end,
I bad them, that did love their country's good,
Cry God fave Richard, England's royal king !
Ric. And did they fo ?

Bvc. No, fo God help me, they fpake not a word;
But, like dumb ftatues, or tutbreathing ftones,
Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I faw, I reprehended them ;
And aflc'd the mayor, what meant this wilful Clence :
His anfwer was, the people were not us'd
To be fpoke to, but by their ohm recorder.
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again ;
Thus faith the duke, thus hath the duke infer 1 d',
But nothing fpoke in warrant from himfelf.
When he had done, fome followers of mine own,
At lower end the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And fome ten vokes cry'd, God favt king Richard !
And thus I took the vantage of those few,
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I ;

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74 Richard III.

This general applause, and chearful Jbout ,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard :
And even here brake off, and came away.

Ric. What tonguelefs blocks were they; Would they

not fpeak ?
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come ?

Sue. The mayor is here at hand ; Intend fome fear ;
Be not you {poke with, but by mighty fuit :
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And ftand between two churchmen, good my lord;
For on that ground I'll make a holy defcant :
And be not easily won to our requefts ;
Play the maid's part, flill anfwer nay, and take it.
Ric. I go ; And if you plead as well for them,
As I can fay nay to thee for myfelf,
No doubt we bring it to a happy iflue. [Knock.

Buc. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks.
[Exit RICHARD.
Enter the Lord Mayor ; 'with certain

dldermen, and Others.

Welcome, my lord : I dance attendance here ;
I think, the duke will not be fpoke withal

Enter CATESBY.
Now, Catesby? what fays your lord to my requeft ?

CAT. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation ;
And in no worldly fuit would he be mov'd,
To draw him from his holy exercise.

Buc. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious dukej
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In deep defigns, in matter of great moment,

No lefs importing than our general good.

Are come to have fome conference with his grace.

CJT. I'll fignify fo much unto him Itraight. {Exit.

Buc. Ah ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation ;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not fleeping, to engrofs his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful foul :
Happy were England-, would this virtuous prince
Take on himfelf the fov'reignty thereof;
But, fure, I fear, we mail ne'er win him to it.

May, Marry, God defend his grace mould fay us nay !

Buc. I fear, he will : Here Catesby comes again;

Re-enter GATES BY.
What fays your lord ?

CAT. He wonders to what end you have aflembFd
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before :
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.

Buc. Sorry I am, my noble cousin fhould
Sufpedl me, that I mean no good to him :
By heaven, we come to him in perfeft love ;
And fo once more return and tell his grace. [Exit CAT.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence ;
So fweet is zealous contemplation.

Enter RICHARD, in a Balcony, above, between

tnuo Bijhops ; C A T E s B Y again, below. [ men \

May. See, where his grace ftands 'tween two clergy-

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Sue. Two props of virtue for a chriftian prince*
To ftay him from the fall of vanity :
And, fee, a book of prayer in his hand ;

True ornaments to know a holy man.

Famous Plantagenet, moll gracious prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requefts ;
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy devotion, and right chriftian zeal.

Ric. My lord, there needs no fuch apology;
I rather do befeech you pardon me,
Who, earneft in the fervice of my God,
Defer'd the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ?

Sue. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above,
And all good men of this ungovern'd ifle.

RJC. I do fufpecl, I have done fome offence,
That feems difgracious in the city's eye ;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance, [grace,
Sue. You have, my lord; 'Would.it might please your
On our entreaties, to amend your fault !
Ric. Elfe wherefore breath I in a chriftian land ?
Bvc. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign
The fupream feat, the throne majeftical,
The fcepter'd office of your anceftors,
Your ftate of fortune, and your due of birth,
The lineal glory of your royal houfe,
To the corruption of a blemim'd ftock :
Whilft, in the mildnefs of your fleepy thoughts,
(Which here we waken to our country's good)
The noble ifle doth want her proper limbs ;
Her face defac'd with fears of infamy,
Her royal ftock graft with ignoble plants,

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And almoft flioulder'd in the fwallowing gulf

Of dark forgetfulnefs and deep oblivion.

Which to recure, we heartily follicit

Your gracious felf to take on you the charge

And kingly government of this your land :

Not as proteclor, fteward, fubftitute,

Or lowly faftor for another's gain ;

But as fucceflively, from blood to blood,

Your right of birth, your empery, your own.

For this, conforted with the citizens,

Your very worfhipful and loving friends,

And by their vehement inftigation,

In this juft fuit come I to move your grace.

Ric. I cannot tell, if to depart in filence,
Or bitterly to fpeak in your reproof,
Beft fitteth my degree, or your condition :
For, not to anfwer, you might haply think,
Tongue- ty'd ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of fov'reignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this fuit of yours,
So feason'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other fide, I check'd my friends:
Therefore, to fpeak, and to avoid the firft ;
And then, in fpeaking, not incur the laft,
Definitively thus I anfwer you.
Your love deserves my thanks ; but my desert>
Unmeritable, fhuns your high requeft.
Firft, if all obftacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth ;
Yet fo much is my poverty of fpirit,

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So mighty, and fo many, my defers,

That 1 would rather hide me from my greatnefs,-*

Being a bark to brook no mighty fea,

Than in my greatnefs covet to be hid,

And in the vapour of my glory fmother'd.

But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;

(And much I need to help you, if need were)

The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

Which, mellow'd by the ftealing hours of time,

Will well become the feat of majefly,

And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign :

On him I lay that you would lay on me,

The right and fortune of his happy ftars,

Which, God defend, that I Ihould wring from him !

Bvc. My lord, this argues confcience in your grace;
But the refpefts thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumftances well confidered.
You fay, that Edward is your brother's fon ;
So fay we too, but not by Edward's wife :
For firfl he was contract to lady Lucy,
Your mother lives a witnefs to his vow ;
And afterwards by fubftitute betroth'd
To Sana, filler to the king of France:
These both put by, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many fons,
A beauty- waining and diftrefled widow,
Even in the afternoon of her befl days,
Made prize and purchafe of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree
To bafe declenfion and loath'd bigamy ;
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
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More bitterly could I expoftulate,
Save that, for reverence to fome alive,
I give a fparing limit to my tongue.
Then, good my lord, take to your royal felf
This proffer'd benefit of dignity :
If not to blefs us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble anceftry,
From the corruption of abusing time,
Unto a lineal true-derived courfe.
May. Do, good my lord ; your citizens entreat you.

Buc. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love.

CdT. O, make them joyful, grant their lawful fuir.

Ric. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me?
I am unfit for ftate and majefty :
I do befeech you, take it not amifs ;
I cannot, nor I will not yield to you.

Buc. If you refuse it, as, in love and zeal,
Loth to depose the child, your brother's fon ;
As well we know your tendernefs of heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorfe,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
And equally (indeed) to all eftates,
Yet know, whe'r you accept our fuit, or no,
Your brother's fon mall never reign our king ;
But we will plant fome other in the throne,
To the difgrace and downfal of your houfe.
And, in this resolution, here we leave you;-.
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more.

[Exit, with the Citizens,

CAT:. Call them again, fweet prince, accept their fuit;
If you deny them, all the land will rue it.

Ric. Will you enforce me to a world of cares ?

Fa



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Well, Call them again; [Exit CAT.] I am not made of
But penetrable to your kind entreaties, [ilone,

Albeit againft my confidence and my foul.

Re-eater BUCKINGHAM, and the reft.
Cousin of Bucking ham, _ and fage grave men,_
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burthen, whether I will, or no,
I muft have patience to endure the load :
But if black fcandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
Attend the fequel of your imposition.
Your meer enforcement (hall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and flains thereof;
For God he knows, and you may partly fee,
How far I am from the desire of this.

May. God blefs your grace ! we fee it, and will fay it.

Ric. In faying fo, you mail but fay the truth.

Sue. Then 1 falute you with this royal title,
Long live king Richard, England's worthy king I

all. Amen.

Bvc. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd ?

Ric. Even when you please, for you will have it fo.

Sue. To-morrow then we will attend your grace;
And fo, moft joyfully, we take our leave.

Ric. Come, let us to our holy work again : __
Farewel, good cousin; farewel, gentle friends. [Exeunf.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Before the 7'txwer.
Enter, on one Side, Anne Dutcbejs o/Glofter,
and Clarence'/ young Daughter <witb her ; tn the other f
tbt Queen, the Dutcbejs ^York,

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DORSET : Attendants <witb them.

Dut. Who meets us here ? my niece Plant 'agtnet t
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Glofler?
Now, for my life, fhe's vvand'ring to the tower,
On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince.
Daughter, well met.

ANN . God give your graces both
A happy and a joyful time of day !

>ue. As much to you, good filler ! Whither away ?

AXN. No farther than the tower; and, as I guefs,
Upon the like devotion as yourfelves,
To gratulate the gentle princes there.

>ue. Kind filter, thanks ; we'll enter all together:

Enter BRAKENBURY.

And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. __
Matter lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
How doth the prince, and my young fon of Tori?

BRA. Right well, dear madam : By your patience,
I may not fuffer you to visit them ;
The king hath Itridly charg'd the contrary.

>ue. The king ! who's that ?

BRA, I mean, the lord protector.

Que. The Lord protect him from that kingly title !
Hath he fet bounds between their love, and me ?
I am their mother, Who lhall bar me from them ?

Dut. I am their father's mother, I will fee them.

ANN. Their aunt 1 am in law, in love their mother:
Then bring me to their fights ; I'll bear thy blame,
And take thy office from thee, on my peril.

BRA. No, madam, no, 1 may not leave it fo;
I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. [Exit.



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Enter STANLEY.

StJ. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
And I'll falute your grace of York as mother,
And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens
Come,madam, [to Ann.] you mult ftraight to Wejlminfter^
There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

t%ue. Ah, cut my lace afunder! that my pent heart
May have fome fcope to beat, or elfe I fwoon
With this dead-killing news.

jlNV. Defpiteful tidings ! o unpleasing news ! [grace ?

DOR. Be of good chear :_ Mother, how fares you*

Que. O Dorfet, {peak not to me, get thee gone,
Death and deftruftion dog thee at the heels ;
Thy mother's name is ominous to children :
If thou wilt out-ftrip death, go crofs the feas,
And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
Go, hie thee, hie thee from this flaughter-houfe,
Left thou encreafe the number of the dead ;
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curfe,
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.

STJ. Full of wise care is this your counfel, madam : .
Take all the fwift advantage of the hours ;
You (hall have letters from me to my fon
In your behalf, to meet you on the way :
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.

Dut. O ill-difperfing wind of misery ! _
O my accurfed womb, the bed of death ;
A cockatrice haft thou hatch'd to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murtherous !

Sr*. Come, madam, come ; I in all hafte was fent,

jfifN. And I with all unwillingnefs will go.
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Of golden metal, that muft round my brow,
Were red-hot fteel, to fear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom ;
And die, ere men can fay God fave the queen !

Que, Go, go, poor foul, I envy not thy glory;
To feed my humour, wifh thyfelf no harm.

Ann. No ! why ? When he, that is my husband now,.

Came to me, as 1 follow'd Henry's corfe ;

When fcarce the blood was well wafh'd from his hands*,

Which iffu'd from my other angel husband,

And that dead faint which then I weeping follow'd.;

O, when, I fay, I look'd on Richard's face,

This was my wifti, Be thou, quoth I, accurfd,

Fir making me, fo young, fo old a widow !

And, when thou wed" 1 ]}, let forrow haunt thy bed\

And be thy wife (if any btfo mad)

More miserable by the life oft bee,

Than thou hajl made me by my dear lord's death !

Lo, ere I can repeat this curfe again,

Even in fo flvort a fpace, my woman's heart

Groffly grew captive to his honey words,

And prov'd the fubje& of my own foul's curie :

Whith hitherto hath held mine eyes from reft j

For never yet one hour in his bed

Did I enjoy the golden dew of fleep,

But with his timorous dreams was ftill awak'd.

Befides, he hates me for my father Warwick ;

And will, no doubt, (hortly be rid of me.

Que. Poor heart, adieu ; I pity thy complaining.

AfiN. No more than with my foul I mourn for yours.

DOR. Farewel, thou woful welcomer of glory.

dNN. Adieu, popr foul, that tak'ft thy leave of it.

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34 Richard III.

Dut. Go then to Richmond, And good fortune guide
thee ! _

Go thou to Richard, And good angels tend thee !

Go thou to fanftuary, And good thoughts possefs thee ! _
I to my grave, Where peace and reil lye with me !
Eighty odd years of forrow have I feen,
And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.

Que. Stay yet ; look back, with me, cnto the tower. _
Pity, you ancient ftones, those tender babes,
Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls !
Rough cradle for fuch little pretty ones,
Rude ragged nurfe, old fullen play-fellow
For tender princes, use my babies well !
So foolilh forrotv bids your ftones farewel. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The fame. A Room of State in the Palace.

Flourijh. RICHARD, upon bii Throne; BUCKINGHAM,

and Lords, by him: CATESBY, Page, and Others.

Ric. Stand all apart. _ Cousin of Buckingham,

Sue. My gracious fovereign :

Ric. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy advice.
And thy afMance, is king Richard feated :
But mall we wear these glories for a day ?
Or mail they laft, and we rejoice in them ?

Buc. Still live they, and for ever let them laft!

Ric. Ah, Buckingham, now do I 'ply the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed :
Young Etiiuard\'\ve& ; Think now what I would fpeak.

uc. Say on, my loving lord.

Ric. Why, Buckingham, I fay, I would be king.

JBuc. Why, fo you are, my thrice renowned liege.

Hie. Ha ! am I king? 'Tis fo : but Ednvard lives.

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Sue. True, noble prince.

Ric. O bitter confequence,

That Edward ftill mould live true noble prince!
Cousin, thou waft not wont to be fo dull :
Shall I be plain ? I wifh the baftards dead ;
And I would have it fuddenly perform'd.
What fay'ft thou now ? fpeak fuddenly, be brief.

Buc. Your grace may do your pleasure.

Ric. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindnefs freezes :
Say, have I thy confent, that they (hall die? [lord,

Buc. Give me fome breath, fome little pause, dear
Before I positively fpeak in this :
I wiJl resolve your grace immediately. [Exit Buc.

CAT. " The king is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip."

[to a Stander-by.

Ric. I will converfe with iron-witted fools,
And unrefpedlive boys ; none are for me,
That look into me with confiderate eyes :
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumfpec~k.
Boy,-

Pag. My lord :

Ric. Know'ft thou not any, whom corrupting gold
Would tempt unto a clofe exploit of death?

Pag. \ know a difcontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

Ric. What is his name?

Pag. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.

Ric. 1 partly know the man ; Go, call him hither,

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86 Richard III.

No more (hall be the neighbour to mycounfels:
Hath he fo long held out with me untir'd,
And flops he now for breath ? well, be it fo. _

Enter STANLEY.
How now, lord Stanley ? what's the news ?

STA. My lord,

The raarquifs Dor/et, as I hear, is fled
To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.

Ric. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad,
That Anne my wife is very grievous lick ;
1 will take order for her keeping clofe.
Enquire me out fome mean born gentleman,
Whom J will marry ftraight to Clarence' daughter;
The boy is foolifli, and I fear not him.
Look, how thou dream'ft ! I fay again, give out,
That Anne my queen, is lick, and like to die :
About it ; for it {lands me much upon,
To (top all hopes, whose growth may damage me.

[Exit CATESBTC.

I muft be marry'd to my brother's daughter,
Or elfe my kingdom Hands on brittle glafs :-*
Marther her brothers, and then marry her !
Uncertain way of gain ! But I am in
So far in blood, that fin will pluck on fin.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. __
Re-enter Page, 'with T Y R R E L .
Js thy name Tyrrtl?

TYR . James Tyrrel, and your moft obedient fubjeL

Ric. Art thou, indeed ?

9r/f. Prove me, my gracious lord.

Ric. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ?

frK. . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies.

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Ric. Why, then thou haft it; two deep enemies,
Foes to my reft, and my fweet deep's difturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deal upon :
Tyrrel, I mean those baftards in the tower.

Trx. Let me have open means to come to them,
And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

Ric. Thou fing'ft fweet musick. Hark, come hither,

Tyrrel;
Go, by this ^ token :-~ Rise, and lend thine ear :

\fwbifpers him.

There is no more but /b ; Say, it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.

TV*. I will difpatch it ftraight. [Exit.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

Sue. My lord, I have confider'd in my mind
The late demand that you did found me in :

Ric. Well, let that reft. Dorfet is fled to Richmond.

Bvc. I hear the news, my lord.

Ric. Stanley, he is your wife's fon ; Well, look to it.

Sue . 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 fhall possefs.

Ric. Stanley, look to your wife ; if me convey
Letters to Richmond, you ftiall anfwer it.

Eve. What fays your highnefs to my juft requeft ?

Ric. I do remember me, Henry the fixth
Did prophefy, that Richmond fhould be king,
When Richmond was a little peevifh boy.
A king! perhaps.

Bvc. My lord,

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Have told me, I being by, that I fhould kill him?

Buc. My lord, your promise for the earldom,"*

Ric. Richmond! When la ft I was at Exeter,
The mayor in courtefy fhew'd me the caftle,
And call d it Rouge-mont: at which name, I ftarted;
Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
I fhould not live long after I tew Richmond.

Buc. My lord,

Ric. Ay, what's o'clock ?

Buc. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
Of what you promis'd me :

Ric. Well, but what's o'clock?

Buc. Upon the tfroke of ten.

Ric. Well, let it ftrike.

Buc. Why let it ftrike?

Ric. Because that, like a jack, thou keep'ft the ftroke
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Buc. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no.

Ric. Thou troubl'ft me ; I am not in the vein.

[Exeunt RICHARD, and Train.

Buc. Is it even fo? repays he my deep fervice
With fuch contempt ? made I him king for this ?
O, let me think on Haftingj; and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit.

SCENE III. The fame.

Enter TYRREL.

TV*. The tyrannous and bloody aft is done;
The moft arch deed of piteous ma(Tacre,
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
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To do this piece of ruthlefs butchery,
Albeit they were fleflu villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tendernefs and kind companion,
Wept like to children, in their deaths' fad ftory.
O, thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,
Thus, thus, quoth ForreJI ; girdling one another
Within their alablajler innocent arms :
Their lips *iu ere four red roses on a ftalk,
Which, in their jummer beauty ; kijf'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay ;
Which once, quoth Forrtft, almoft changed my mind;
But, o, the devil there the villain ftop'd ;
When Dighton thus told on, <we /mothered
The mojl replenijbed jweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er Jbe framed.
Hence both are gone with confcience and remorfe,
They could not ipeak ; and fo I left them both,
To bear these tidings to the bloody king.

Enter RICHARD.
And here he comes : _ All health, my fovereign lord!

Ric. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news?

TrR . If to have done the thing you gave in charge
Beget your happinefs, be happy then,
For it is done.