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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 say.

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.

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.

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]

CATESBY: [Aside to a stander by]

	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:
	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.

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! what news with you?

STANLEY: My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled
	To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
	Where he abides.

	[Stands apart]

KING RICHARD III: Catesby!

CATESBY:        My lord?

KING RICHARD III:                          Rumour it abroad
	That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
	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 wife 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,
	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: Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

TYRREL: Ay, my lord;
	But I had rather kill two enemies.

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.

TYRREL: 'Tis done, my gracious lord.

KING RICHARD III: Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?

TYRREL: Ye shall, my Lord.

	[Exit]

	[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;
	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!

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
	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 all but BUCKINGHAM]

BUCKINGHAM: Is it even so? rewards he my true service
	With such deep 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]




	KING RICHARD III






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