Richard the Third (Modern)

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 2587[4.2]
 4.2.125882318[A throne is set forth.] The trumpets sound. Enter Richard crowned, 2589Buckingham, Catesby, with other nobles [and a page boy].
 4.2.225902320King Richard
 Stand all apart!
 4.2.3[The courtiers stand back.]
 Cousin of Buckingham,
 4.2.42592Give me thy hand:
 4.2.5Here he ascends the throne[, assisted by Buckingham].
 4.2.625932322Thus high by thy advice
 4.2.72323And thy assistance 2594is King Richard seated;
 4.2.825952324But shall we wear these honors for a day?
 4.2.925962325Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
 4.2.1025972326Buckingham
 Still live they, and for ever may they last.
 4.2.1125982327King Richard
 Oh, Buckingham, now do I play the touch
 4.2.1225992328To try if thou be current gold indeed:
 4.2.1326002329Young Edward lives -- think now what I would say.
 4.2.1426012330Buckingham
 Say on, my gracious sovereign.
 4.2.1526022331King Richard
 Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king.
 4.2.1626032332Buckingham
 Why so you are, my thrice renownèd liege.
 4.2.1726042333King Richard
 Ha! Am I king? 'Tis so, but Edward lives.
 4.2.1826052334Buckingham
 True, noble Prince.
 4.2.1926062335King Richard
 Oh, bitter consequence
 4.2.2026072336That Edward still should live true noble prince. . .
 4.2.2126082337Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
 4.2.2226092338Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead
 4.2.2326102339And I would have it suddenly performed.
 4.2.2426112340What say'st thou? Speak suddenly, be brief.
 4.2.2526122341Buckingham
 Your grace may do your pleasure.
 4.2.2626132342King Richard
 Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth;
 4.2.2726142343Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
 4.2.2826152344Buckingham
 Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
 4.2.2926162345Before I positively speak herein:
 26172346I will resolve your grace immediately.
 4.2.30Exit.
 4.2.3126182347Catesby
 [Quietly] The King is angry, see, he bites the lip.
 4.2.3226192348King Richard
 [Aside] I will converse with iron-witted fools
 4.2.3326202349And unrespective boys, none are for me
 4.2.3426212350That look into me with considerate eyes.
 4.2.3526232351Boy!
 4.2.36[A page approaches the throne.]
 4.2.372622[Aside]
 High reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
 4.2.3826242352Boy
 My lord.
 4.2.3926252353King Richard
 Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
 4.2.4026262354Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
 4.2.4126272355Boy
 My lord, I know a discontented gentleman
 4.2.4226282356Whose humble means match not his haughty mind;
 4.2.4326292357Gold were as good as twenty orators
 4.2.4426302358And will no doubt tempt him to anything.
 4.2.4526312359King Richard
 What is his name?
 4.2.4626322360Boy
 His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.
 4.2.4726332361King Richard
 Go call him hither presently.
 4.2.482634[Exit boy.]
 4.2.4926352362The deep-revolving, witty Buckingham
 4.2.5026362363No more shall be the neighbor to my counsel.
 4.2.5126372364Hath he so long held out with me untired
 4.2.5226382365And stops he now for breath?
 4.2.532639Enter Stanley.
 4.2.5426402366How now, what news with you?
 4.2.5526412367Stanley
 My lord, I hear the Marquess Dorset
 4.2.5626422368Is fled to Richmond, in those parts beyond the seas where he
 4.2.5726432369abides.?
 4.2.58[Richard dismisses Stanley, who retreats.]
 4.2.5926442370King Richard
 Catesby.
 4.2.60Catesby
 [Approaching King Richard.] My lord.
 4.2.612371King Richard
 Rumor it abroad
 4.2.6226452372That Anne my wife is sick and like to die;
 4.2.6326462373I will take order for her keeping close.
 4.2.6426472374Enquire me out some mean-born gentleman
 4.2.6526482375Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter;
 4.2.6626492376The boy is foolish, and I fear not him:
 4.2.6726502377Look how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
 4.2.6826512378That Anne my wife is sick and like to die.
 4.2.6926522379About it,
 4.2.70[Exit Catesby.]
 4.2.71for it stands me much upon
 4.2.7226532380To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
 4.2.7326542381I must be married to my brother's daughter
 4.2.7426552382Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
 4.2.7526562383Murder her brothers, and then marry her. . .
 4.2.7626572384Uncertain way of gain, but I am in
 4.2.7726582385So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.
 26592386Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
 4.2.782660Enter Tyrrel. [King Richard beckons him.]
 4.2.7926612387Is thy name Tyrrel?
 4.2.8026622388Tyrrel
 James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
 4.2.8126632389King Richard
 Art thou indeed?
 4.2.8226642390Tyrrel
 Prove me my gracious sovereign.
 4.2.8326652391King Richard
 Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
 4.2.8426662392Tyrrel
 Aye, my lord, 2667but I had rather kill two enemies.
 4.2.8526682393King Richard
 Why, there thou hast it, two deep enemies,
 4.2.8626692394Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers
 4.2.8726702395Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
 4.2.8826712396Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
 4.2.8926722397Tyrrel
 Let me have open means to come to them
 4.2.9026732398And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.
 4.2.9126742399King Richard
 Thou sing'st sweet music. 2675Come hither Tyrrel,
 4.2.92[Tyrrel moves closer to King Richard and kneels; Richard gives him a token.]
 26762400Go by that token; rise and lend thine ear --
 4.2.93[Tyrrel stands; Richard] whispers in his ear.
 4.2.9426772401'Tis no more but so, say is it done
 4.2.9526782402And I will love thee and prefer thee too.
 4.2.9726792403Tyrrel
 'Tis done, my gracious lord.
 4.2.982679.12404 King Richard
 'Tis done, my gracious lord.  Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
 4.2.992405Tyrrel
 'Tis done, my gracious lord. Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?  Ye shall, my lord. 
 4.2.100[Exit.]
 4.2.1012680Enter Buc[kingham. He approaches King Richard].
 4.2.10226812406Buckingham
 My lord, I have considered in my mind
 4.2.10326822407The late demand that you did sound me in.
 4.2.10426832408King Richard
 Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
 4.2.10526842409Buckingham
 I hear that news, my lord.
 4.2.10626852410King Richard
 Stanley, he is your wife's son. Well, look 2686to it.
 4.2.10726872411Buckingham
 My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise
 4.2.10826882412For which your honor and your faith is pawned:
 4.2.10926892413The Earldom of Hereford and the moveables
 4.2.11026902414The which you promisèd I should possess.
 4.2.11126912415King Richard
 Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
 4.2.11226922416Letters to Richmond you shall answer it.
 4.2.11326932417Buckingham
 What says your highness to my just demand?
 4.2.11426942418King Richard
 As I remember, Henry the Sixth
 4.2.11526952419Did prophesy that Richmond should be king
 4.2.11626962420When Richmond was a little peevish boy:
 4.2.11726972421A king perhaps, perhaps.
 4.2.118Buckingham
 My lord.
 4.2.1192697.12422King Richard
 How chance the prophet could not at that time
 4.2.1202697.22423Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him.
 4.2.1212697.32424Buckingham
 My lord, your promise for the Earldom.
 4.2.1222697.42425King Richard
 Richmond. When last I was at Exeter
 4.2.1232697.52426The Mayor in courtesy showed me the Castle
 4.2.1242697.62427And called it Rouge-mount, at which name I started,
 4.2.1252697.72428Because a bard of Ireland told me once
 4.2.1262697.82429I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
 4.2.1272697.92430Buckingham
 My lord.
 4.2.1282697.102431King Richard
 Aye, what's o'clock?
 4.2.1292697.112432Buckingham
 I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
 4.2.1302697.122433Of what you promised me.
 4.2.1312697.132434King Richard
 Well, but what's o'clock?
 4.2.1322697.142435Buckingham
 Upon the stroke of ten.
 4.2.1332697.152436King Richard
 Well, let it strike.
 4.2.1342697.162437Buckingham
 Why let it strike?
 4.2.1352697.172438King Richard
 Because that like a Jack thou keep'st the stroke
 4.2.1362697.182439Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
 4.2.1372697.192440I am not in the giving vein today.
 4.2.13826982441Buckingham
 Why then, resolve me whether you will or no!
 4.2.13926992442King Richard
 Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vein.
 4.2.140Exit[. All follow except Buckingham].
 4.2.14127002443Buckingham
 Is it even so, reward'st he my true service
 4.2.14227012444With such deep contempt, made I him King for this?
 4.2.14327022445Oh, let me think on Hastings and be gone
 27032446To Brecknock while my fearful head is on.
 4.2.144Exit.
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