¶Go thou to Richard, and good Angels garde thee,
2575Go thou to
sanctuarie, good thoughts po
sse
sse thee,
¶I to my graue where peace and re
st lie with me,
¶Eightie odde yeares of
sorrow haue I
seene,
¶And each houres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene.
¶ The Trumpets sound,
Enter Richard crownd, Bucking-
¶ ham, Catesby with other Nobles.
2590King Stand al apart. Coo
sin of Buckingham,
¶Giue me thy hand
: Here he ascendeth
And thy assistance is king Richard seated:
2595But
shal we weare the
se honours for a day?
¶Or
shall they la
st, and we reioice in them.
¶Buc. Stil liue they, and for euer may they la
st.
¶King Ri. O Buckingham, now do I plaie the touch,
¶To trie if thou be currant gold indeed
:
2600Young Edward liues: thinke now what I would
say.
¶Buc. Saie on my gracious
soueraigne.
¶King Whie Buckingham, I
saie I would be king.
¶Buc. Whie
so you are my thrice renowned liege
.
¶King Ha: am I king? tis
so, but Edward liues.
2605Buc. True noble prince.
¶King O bitter con
sequence,
¶That Edward
stil
should liue true noble prince.
¶Coo
sin, thou wert not wont to be
so dul:
¶Shal I be plaine? I wi
sh the ba
stards dead,
2610And I would haue it
suddenlie performde.
¶What
sai
st thou?
speake
suddenlie, be briefe.
¶Buc. Your grace may doe your plea
sure.
¶King Tut, tut, thou art all yce, thy kindne
sse freezeth,
¶Saie, haue I thy con
sent that they
shal die?
2615Buc. Giue me
some breath,
some little pau
se my lord,
¶Before I po
sitiuelie
speake herein:
¶I wil re
solue your grace immediatlie.
¶Cates. The king is angrie,
see, he bites the lip.
¶King I wil conuer
se with iron witted fooles
2620And vnre
spectiue boies, none are for me
¶That looke into me with con
siderate eies
: