ACT IV SCENE II | London. A Room of State in the Palace. | |
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Sennet. Enter KING RICHARD III, in pomp, crowned;
BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a page, and others. ] |
KING RICHARD III | Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham! |
BUCKINGHAM | My gracious sovereign! |
KING RICHARD III | Give me thy hand. |
[Here he ascendeth his throne] |
| Thus high, by thy advice |
| And thy assistance, is King Richard seated; |
| But shall we wear these honours for a day? |
| Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? |
BUCKINGHAM | Still live they and for ever may they last! |
KING RICHARD III | O Buckingham, now do I play the touch, |
| To try if thou be current gold indeed |
| Young Edward lives: think now what I would speak. | 10 |
BUCKINGHAM | Say on, my loving lord. |
KING RICHARD III | Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king, |
BUCKINGHAM | Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege.
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KING RICHARD III | Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives. |
BUCKINGHAM | True, noble prince. |
KING RICHARD III | O bitter consequence, |
| That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!' |
| Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull: |
| Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; |
| And I would have it suddenly perform'd. |
| What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief. | 20 |
BUCKINGHAM | Your grace may do your pleasure. |
KING RICHARD III | Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth: |
| Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? |
BUCKINGHAM | Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord |
| Before I positively herein: |
| I will resolve your grace immediately. |
[Exit BUCKINGHAM] |
CATESBY | [Aside] |
| The king is angry: see, he bites the lip. |
KING RICHARD III | I will converse with iron-witted fools |
| And unrespective boys: none are for me |
| That look into me with considerate eyes: | 30 |
| High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. |
| Boy! |
Page | My lord? |
KING RICHARD III | Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold |
| Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? |
Page | My lord, I know a discontented 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. |
KING RICHARD III | What is his name? |
Page | His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. | 40 |
KING RICHARD III | I partly know the man: go, call him hither. |
[Exit Page] |
| The deep-revolving witty Buckingham |
| No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel: |
| Hath he so long held out with me untired, |
| And stops he now for breath? |
Enter STANLEY. |
| How now, Lord Stanley! what news with you? |
STANLEY | Know, my loving lord, the Marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled |
| To Richmond, in the parts |
| Where he abides. |
KING RICHARD III | Come hither, Catesby: |
KING RICHARD III | Rumour is abroad |
| That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; |
| I will take order for her keeping close. |
| Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, |
| Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter: |
| The boy is foolish, and I fear not him. |
| Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out |
| That Anne my queen is sick and like to die: |
| About it; for it stands me much upon, |
| To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me. |
[Exit CATESBY] |
| I must be married to my brother's daughter, | 60 |
| 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] |
| Is thy name Tyrrel? |
TYRREL | James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. |
KING RICHARD III | Art thou, indeed? |
TYRREL | Prove me, my gracious sovereign. |
KING RICHARD III | Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? |
TYRREL | Ay, my lord; |
| Please you, I had rather kill two enemies. | 70 |
KING RICHARD III | Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies, |
| Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers |
| Are they that I would have thee deal upon: |
| Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. |
TYRREL | Let me have open means to come to them, |
| And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. |
KING RICHARD III | Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come 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 too. | 80 |
TYRREL | 'Tis done, my gracious lord. |
KING RICHARD III | Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? |
TYRREL | Ye shall, my Lord. |
Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. |
BUCKINGHAM | My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind |
| The late demand that you did sound me in. |
KING RICHARD III | Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond. |
BUCKINGHAM | I hear that news, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III | Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it. |
BUCKINGHAM | My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise, |
| For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; | 90 |
| The earldom of Hereford and the moveables |
| The which you promised I should possess. |
KING RICHARD III | Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey |
| Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. |
BUCKINGHAM | What says your highness to my just demand? |
KING RICHARD III | As I remember, Henry the Sixth |
| Did prophesy that Richmond should be king, |
| When Richmond was a little peevish boy. |
| A king, perhaps, perhaps,-- |
BUCKINGHAM | My lord! | 100 |
KING RICHARD III | How chance the prophet could not at that time |
| Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? |
BUCKINGHAM | My lord, your promise for the earldom,-- |
KING RICHARD III | Richmond! When last I was at Exeter, |
| The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle, |
| And call'd it Rougemont: at which name I started, |
| Because a bard of Ireland told me once |
| I should not live long after I saw Richmond. |
BUCKINGHAM | My Lord! |
KING RICHARD III | Ay, what's o'clock? |
BUCKINGHAM | I am thus bold to put your grace in mind | 110 |
| Of what you promised me. |
KING RICHARD III | Well, but what's o'clock? |
BUCKINGHAM | Upon the stroke of ten. |
KING RICHARD III | Well, let it strike. |
BUCKINGHAM | Why let it strike? |
KING RICHARD III | 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. |
BUCKINGHAM | Why, then resolve me whether you will or no. |
KING RICHARD III | Tut, tut, |
| Thou troublest me; am not in the vein. |
[Exeunt RICHARD and train. |
BUCKINGHAM | And is it thus? repays 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. |