Stand all apart!

Cousin of Buckingham,

4.2.42592Give me thy hand:

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?

Still live they, and for ever may they last.

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.

Say on, my gracious sovereign.

Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king.

Why so you are, my thrice renownèd liege.

Ha! Am I king? 'Tis so, but Edward lives.

True, noble Prince.

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.

Your grace may do your pleasure.

Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth;

4.2.2726142343Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord

4.2.2926162345Before I positively speak herein:

26172346I will resolve your grace immediately.

[Quietly] The King is angry, see, he bites the lip.

[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!

High reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.

My lord.

Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold

4.2.4026262354Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

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.

What is his name?

His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.

Go call him hither presently.

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?

4.2.5426402366How now, what news with you?

My lord, I hear the Marquess Dorset

4.2.5626422368Is fled to Richmond, in those parts beyond the seas where he

4.2.5726432369abides.?

Catesby.

[Approaching King Richard.] My lord.

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,

4.2.71for 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.

4.2.7926612387Is thy name Tyrrel?

James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.

Art thou indeed?

Prove me my gracious sovereign.

Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

Aye, my lord, 2667but I had rather kill two enemies.

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.

Let me have open means to come to them

4.2.9026732398And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

Thou sing'st sweet music. 2675Come hither Tyrrel,

26762400Go by that token; rise and lend thine ear --

4.2.9426772401'Tis no more but so, say is it done

4.2.9526782402And I will love thee and prefer thee too.

'Tis done, my gracious lord.

'Tis done, my gracious lord. Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?

'Tis done, my gracious lord. Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep? Ye shall, my lord.

My lord, I have considered in my mind

4.2.10326822407The late demand that you did sound me in.

Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.

I hear that news, my lord.

Stanley, he is your wife's son. Well, look 2686to it.

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.

Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey

4.2.11226922416Letters to Richmond you shall answer it.

What says your highness to my just demand?

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.

My lord.

How chance the prophet could not at that time

4.2.1202697.22423Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him.

My lord, your promise for the Earldom.

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.

My lord.

Aye, what's o'clock?

I am thus bold to put your grace in mind

4.2.1302697.122433Of what you promised me.

Well, but what's o'clock?

Upon the stroke of ten.

Well, let it strike.

Why let it strike?

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.

Why then, resolve me whether you will or no!

Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vein.

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.