25902320King Stand al apart. Coosin of Buckingham,

25922321Giue me thy hand: Here he ascendeth the throne.

25932322Thus high by thy aduice

2323And thy assistance is king Richard seated:

25952324But shal we weare these honours for a day?

25962325Or shall they last, and we reioice in them.

25972326Buc. Stil liue they, and for euer may they last.

25982327King Ri. O Buckingham, now do I plaie the touch,

25992328To trie if thou be currant gold indeed:

26002329Young Edward liues: thinke now what I would say.

26012330Buc. Saie on my gracious soueraigne.

26022331King Whie Buckingham, I saie I would be king.

26032332Buc. Whie so you are my thrice renowned liege.

26042333King Ha: am I king? tis so, but Edward liues.

26052334Buc. True noble prince.

26062335King O bitter consequence,

26072336That Edward stil should liue true noble prince.

26082337Coosin, thou wert not wont to be so dul:

26092338Shal I be plaine? I wish the bastards dead,

26102339And I would haue it suddenlie performde.

26112340What saist thou? speake suddenlie, be briefe.

26122341Buc. Your grace may doe your pleasure.

26132342King Tut, tut, thou art all yce, thy kindnesse freezeth,

26142343Saie, haue I thy consent that they shal die?

26152344Buc. Giue me some breath, some little pause my lord,

26162345Before I positiuelie speake herein:

26172346I wil resolue your grace immediatlie. Exit.

26182347Cates. The king is angrie, see, he bites the lip.

26192348King I wil conuerse with iron witted fooles

26202349And vnrespectiue boies, none are for me

26212350That looke into me with considerate eies :

26222351Boy, high reaching Buckingham growes circumspect.

26242352Boy. My Lord.

26252353King. Knowst thou not any whom corrupting gold

26262354Would tempt vnto a close exploit of death.

26272355Boy. My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,

26282356Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie mind,

26292357Gould were as good as twentie Orators,

26302358And will no doubt tempt him to any thing.

26312359King. What is his name.

26322360Boy. His name my Lord is Tirrell.

26332361King. Go call him hither presentlie,

26352362The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham,

26362363No more shall be the neighbour to my counsell,

26372364Hath he so long held out with me vntirde

26382365And stops he nowe for breath? Enter Darby.

26402366How now, what neewes with you?

26412367Darby. My Lord, I heare the Marques Dorset

26422368Is fled to Richmond, in those partes beyond the seas where he

26432369 abides.

26442370King. Catesby. Cat. My Lord.

2371King. Rumor it abroad

26452372That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die,

26462373I will take order for her keeping close:

26472374Enquire me out some meane borne gentleman,

26482375Whom I will marrie straight to Clarence daughter,

26492376The boy is foolish, and I feare not him:

26502377Looke how thou dreamst: I say againe giue out

26512378That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die.

26522379About it, for it stands me much vpon

26532380To stop all hopes whose growth may damadge me,

26542381I must be married to my brothers daughter,

26552382Or else my kingdome stands on brittle glasse,

26562383Murther her brothers, and then marrie her,

26572384Vncertaine waie of gaine, but I am in

26582385So far in bloud that sinne will plucke on sin,

26592386Teare falling pittie dwels not in this eie. Enter Tirrel.

26612387Is thy name Tirrill?

26622388Tyr. Iames Tirrell and your most obedient subiect.

I King.

26632389King Art thou indeed?

26642390Tir. Proue me my gracious soueraigne,

26652391King Darst thou resolue to kill a friend of mine?

26662392Tir. I my Lord, but I had rather kill two enemies.

26682393King Why there thou hast it two deepe enemies,

26692394Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleepes disturbs,

26702395Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon:

26712396Tirrel I meane those bastards 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 singst sweet musicke. Come hither Tirrel,

26762400Go by that token, rise 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.

26792403Tir. Tis done my gracious lord.

2679.12404 KingShal we heare from thee Tirrel ere we sleep? Enter Buc.

2679.22405Tir. Ye shall my lord,

26812406Buck. My lord, I haue considered in my mind,

26822407The late demand that you did sound me in.

26832408King Well, let that passe, Dorset 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 promise,

26882412For which your honor and your faith is pawnd,

26892413The Earledome of Herford and the moueables,

26902414The which you promised I should possesse.

26912415King Stanley looke to your wife, if she conuay

26922416Letters to Richmond you shall answere it.

26932417Buck. What saies your highnes to my iust demand.

26942418King As I remember, Henrie the sixt

26952419Did prophecie that Richmond should be king,

26962420When Richmond was a little peeuish 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 promise for the Earledome.

2697.42425King Richmond, when last I was at Exeter,

2697.52426The Maior in curtesie showd me the Castle,

2697.62427And called it Ruge-mount, at which name I started,

2697.72428Because a Bard of Ireland told me once

2697.82429I should not liue long after I saw Richmond.

2697.92430Buck. My lord.

2697.102431King. I, whats a clocke?

2697.112432Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind

2697.122433Of what you promisd me.

2697.132434King. Wel, but whats a clocke?

2697.142435Buck. Vpon the stroke of ten.

2697.152436King. Well, let it strike.

2697.162437Buck. Whie let it strike?

2697.172438King. Because that like a Iacke thou keepst the stroke

2697.182439Betwixt thy begging and my meditation,

2697.192440I am not in the giuing vaine to day.

26982441Buck. Whie then resolue me whether you wil or no?

26992442King. Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vain. Exit.

27002443Buck. Is it euen so, rewardst he my true seruice

27012444With such deepe contempt, made I him king for this?

27022445O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone

27032446To Brecnock while my fearefull head is on. Exit.