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And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, ma
Take all the swift advantage of the hours ;
Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery !-
Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.-
Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
husband now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands, Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;
? A serpent supposed to originate from a cock's egg.
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu ; I pity thy complaining.
yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak’st thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
[To DORSET, Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
[TO ANNE. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
[TO Q. ELIZABETH. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.s
Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the
envy hath immur'd within your walls !
A Room of State in the Palace. Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his
Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others. K. Rich. Stand all apart.- Cousin of Bucking
ham, Buck. My gracious sovereign. K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy
Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last!
touch, o To try if thou be current gold, indeed :Young Edward lives; - Think now what I would
Buck. Say on, my loving lord.
O bitter consequence,
Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.
dear lord, Before I positively speak in this : I will resolve your grace immediately.
[Exit BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry; see,
[Aside. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools,
[Descends from his Throne. And unrespective boys : 1 none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes ;High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.Boy, „Page. My lord.
K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting
gold Would tempt unto a close exploit8 of death ?
Page. I know a discontented gentleman,
K. Rich. What is his name?
His name, my lord, is-Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him hither, boy.-
[Exit Page. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels : Hath he so long held out with me untir'd, And stops he now for breath ?--well, be it so.
Know, my loving lord,
K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it 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 ;