Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶That from the prime creation euer he framed,
¶To bring this tidings to the bloudie king.
Enter Ki. Richard.
¶And here he comes, all haile my soueraigne leige.
¶King. Kind Tirrell am I happie in thy newes.
2730Tyr. If to haue done the thing you giue in charge,
¶For it is done my Lord.
¶Tir. I did my Lord.
2735King. And buried gentle Tirrell?
¶Tir. The Chaplaine of the tower hath buried them,
¶But how or in what place I do not know.
2740Meane time but thinke how I may do thee good.
¶Farewel til soone.
2745His daughter meanelie haue I matcht in mariage,
¶And Anne my wife hath bid the world godnight,
¶Now for I know the Brittaine Richmond aimes
¶At young Elizabeth, my brothers daughter,
2750And by that knot lookes proudly ore the crowne,
¶To her I go a iollie thriuing wooer,
Enter Catesby.
¶Cat. My Lord.
¶Cates. Bad newes my lord, Ely is fled to Richmond,
¶And Buckingham backt with the hardie Welchmen,
¶King. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neare
2760Then Buckingham and his rash leuied armie:
¶Come I haue heard that feareful commenting,
¶Is leaden seruitor to dull delaie,
¶Delaie leades impotent and snaile-pact beggerie,
¶Then fierie expedition be my wing,
Ioues
