The Tragedy
26642390Tir. Proue me my gracious
soueraigne,
26652391King Dar
st thou re
solue to kill a friend of mine?
26662392Tir. I my Lord, but I had rather kill two enemies.
26682393King Why there thou ha
st it two deepe enemies,
26692394Foes to my re
st, and my
sweet
sleepes di
sturbs,
26702395Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon
: 26712396Tirrel I meane tho
se ba
stards in the tower.
26722397Tir. Let me haue open meanes to come to them,
26732398And
soone ile rid you from the feare of them.
26742399King Thou
sing
st sweet mu
sicke. Come hither
Tirrel,
26762400Go by that token, ri
se and lend thine eare,
he wispers in his eare. 26772401Tis no more but
so,
saie is it done,
26782402And I will loue thee and prefer thee too.
2679.12404 KingShal we heare from thee
Tirrel ere we
sleep?
Enter Buc. 26812406Buck. My lord, I haue con
sidered in my mind,
26822407The late demand that you did
sound me in.
26832408King Well, let that pa
sse, Dor
set is
fled to Richmond.
26842409Buck I heare that newes my lord.
26852410King Stanley he is your wifes
sonnes. Wel looke to it.
26872411Buck. My lord, I claime your gift, my dew by promi
se,
26882412For which your honor and your faith is pawnd,
26892413The Earledome of Herford and the moueables,
26902414The which you promi
sed I
should po
sse
sse
. 26912415King Stanley looke to your wife, if
she conuay
26922416Letters to Richmond you
shall an
swere it.
26932417Buck. What
saies your highnes to my iu
st demand.
26942418King As I remember, Henrie the
sixt
26952419Did prophecie that Richmond
should be king,
26962420When Richmond was a little peeui
sh boy:
26972421A king perhaps, perhaps.
Buck. My lord.
2697.12422King How chance the prophet could not at that time,
2697.22423Haue told me I being by, that I
should kill him.
2697.32424Buck. My lord, your promi
se for the Earledome.
2697.42425King Richmond, when la
st I was at Exeter,
2697.52426The Maior in curte
sie
showd me the Ca
stle,
And