Page. My lord.

K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

Page. 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.

K. Rich. What is his name?

Page.

His name, my lord, is—Tyrrel.

K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him hither,

boy.

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

[Exit Page.

No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels :
Hath he fo long held out with me untir'd,

And stops he now for breath ?—well, be it so.—

Enter STANLEY.

How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?

Stan.

Know, my loving lord,

The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled

To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.

K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad,
That Anne my wife is very grievous fick;

I will take order for her keeping close.
Enquire 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'ft!-I fay again, give out,
That Anne my queen is fick, and like to die :
About it; for it stands me much upon,

To stop all hopes, whofe growth may damage me.

Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glafs :-
Murder 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 TYRREL.

Is thy name-Tyrrel?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient fubject. K. Rich. Art thou, indeed?

Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then 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. Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them,

And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

K. Rich. Thou fing'st sweet musick. Hark, come hither,

Tyrrel;

Go, by this token :-Rife, and lend thine ear: [Whispers.
There is no more but fo:-Say, it is done,

And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
Tyr. I will defpatch it straight.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

mind

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my
The late demand that you did found me in.

K. Rich. Well, let that reft.
Buck. I hear the news, my

[Exit.

Dorfet is fled to Richmond.

lord.

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon :-Well, look to it.

Buck.

Buck. 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, have promised I shall poffefs.

Which

you

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if the convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

Buck. What fays your highness to my just request ?
K. Rich. I do remember me,-Henry the fixth
Did prophecy, that Richmond should be king,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.

A king!-perhaps―

Buck. My lord,—

K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time Have told me, I being by, that I fhould kill him? Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom,→ K. Rich. Richmond!-When laft I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,

And call'd it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I started; Because a bard of Ireland told me once,

I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Buck. My lord,

K. Rich.

Buck.

Ay, what's o'clock ?

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 ?

Buck.

Of ten.

K. Rich. Well, let it strike.

Buck.

Upon the stroke

Why let it ftrike?

K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'ft the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Buck. Why, then refolve me whe'r you will, or no.

K. Rich.

The fame.

Enter TYRREL.

yrannous and bloody act is done;
h deed of piteous-maffacre,
this land was guilty of.
Forrest, whom I did fuborn
ece of ruthlefs butchery,

were flefh'd villains, bloody dogs,
tenderness and mild compaffion,
vo children, in their death's fad story,
Dighton, lay the gentle babes,--
uoth Forrest, girdling one another
labaster innocent arms :

-e four red roses on a stalk,
r summer beauty, kifs'd each other.
ers on their pillow lay;

uoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind ;
evil-there the villain stopp'd;
on thus told on,—we fmothered
nished sweet work of nature,

e prime creation, e'er fhe fram'd.-
are gone with confcience and remorse,

They

Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath But where, to fay the truth, I do not k

K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, foon at When thou shalt tell the process of their Mean time, but think how I may do the And be inheritor of thy defire.

Farewell, till then.

Tyr.

I humbly take my le K. Rich. The fon of Clarence have I His daughter meanly have I match'd in The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham' And Anne my wife hath bid the world Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmo At young Elizabeth, my brother's daug And, by that knot, looks proudly on t To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

Cate. My lord,

Enter CATESBY.

fe, The