I should not live long after I saw Richmond. K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock? Buck. I am thus bold to put your Grace in mind K. Rich. But what's clock? * 圜 K. Rich. Becaufe, that, like a Jack, thou keep❜ft the ftroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to day... Buck. Why, then refolve me whether you will, or no. K. Rich. Thou troubleft me, I am not in the vein. [Exit. Buck. Is it ev'n fo? repays he my deep fervice With fuch contempt? made I him King for this? O, let me think on Haflings, and be gone To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit. Tir. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Their lips were four red roles on a stalk, This palage, though I do not believe it corrupted, I do not undertand. A A book of prayers on their pillow lay, Which once, (quoth Forrest,) almoft chang'd my mind, Enter King Richard. And here he comes. All health, my sovereign Lord! K. Rich. Kind Tirrel-am I happy in thy news? Tir. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then? For it is done. K. Rich. But didft thou fee them dead? K. Rich. And, buried gentle Tirrel? Tir. The Chaplain of the Tower hath buried them, But where, to fay the truth, I do not know. K. Rich. Come to me, Tirrel, foon, foon after When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Farewel, till then. Tir. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. Rich. The fon of Clarence have I pent up clofe; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham's bofom; And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night. Now, for I know the Briton Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, And by that knot looks proudly on the crown, To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. VOL. V. Y Enter. Catef. My Lord, Enter Catesby. K. Rich. Good or bad news, that thou com'ft in fo Catef. Bad news, my Lord; Morton is fled to And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary. Jove's Mercury, and herald for a King. We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. [Exit. JV. Enter Queen Margaret. Q. Mar. So now Profperity begins to mellow, To watch the waining of mine enemies. I A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France; hoping the confequence Will prove as bitter, black and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here? Enter the Dutchefs of York, and Queen. Queen. Ah, my poor Princes! ah, my tender babes; My unblown flowers, new-appearing fweets! 9fearful commenting. Is leaden fervitor.] Timorous thought and cautious difquifition are the dull attendants on delay. Dire induction.] Induction is preface, introduction, first part. It is fo ufed by Sackville in our author's time. If yet your gentle fouls fly in the air, 2 Q. Mar. Hover about her; fay, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant-morn to aged night. Q. Mar, Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Queen. Wilt thou, O God, fly from fuch gentle lambs, And throw them in the intrails of the wolf?.. Woe's fcene, world's fhame, grave's due, by life, ufurp❜d, Brief abftract and record of tedious days, Queen. Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a grave, As thou canft yield a melancholy feat; Then would I hide my bones, not reft them here. 2 Jay, that RIGHT for RIGHT] It's plain ShakeSpeare wrote WRONG for WRONG; but the players thought that a little rhime was better than all reafon. WARBURTON. It is fo unlikely that words fo plain, and fo proper, as wrong for wrong would have been either ignorantly or officiously changed, ahat I believe right for right is the true though not the beft Y 2 Give Give mine the benefit of Signiory; And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine." I had a Rutland too, thou holp'ft to kill him. Q Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Q. Mar. Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward, 3 Seignory for Seniority. 4 Put-fellow feems to be companion. We have now a new phrafe, nearly equivalent, by which we fay of perfons in the fame difficulties, that they are in the fame box. 5 Young York he is but becs.] Boot is that which is thrown in to mend a purchase. And |