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Sennet. Enter KING RICHARD III, in pomp, crowned; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a page, and others
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My gracious sovereign?
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Give me thy hand.
Here he ascendeth his throne
Thus high, by thy advice
5 And thy assistance, is King Richard seated;
But shall we wear these honours for a day?
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Still live they and for ever may they last!
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| KING RICHARD III |
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O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
10 To try if thou be current gold indeed
Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Say on, my loving lord.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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15 Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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True, noble prince.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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O bitter consequence,
That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!'
Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
20 Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Your grace may do your pleasure.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
25 Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
Before I positively herein:
I will resolve your grace immediately.
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Exit
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| CATESBY |
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30 The king is angry: see, he bites the lip.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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I will converse with iron-witted fools
And unrespective boys: none are for me
That look into me with considerate eyes:
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
35 Boy!
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| Page |
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My lord?
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
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| Page |
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My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,
40 Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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What is his name?
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| Page |
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His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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45 I partly know the man: go, call him hither.
Exit Page
The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:
Hath he so long held out with me untired,
And stops he now for breath?
Enter STANLEY
50 How now! what news with you?
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| STANLEY |
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My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled
To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
Where he abides.
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Stands apart
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Catesby!
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55 My lord?
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Rumour it abroad
That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
I will take order for her keeping close.
Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
60 Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter:
The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
That Anne my wife is sick and like to die:
About it; for it stands me much upon,
65 To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
Exit CATESBY
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
70 So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Re-enter Page, with TYRREL
Is thy name Tyrrel?
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| TYRREL |
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James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Art thou, indeed?
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| TYRREL |
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75 Prove me, my gracious sovereign.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
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| TYRREL |
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Ay, my lord;
But I had rather kill two enemies.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
80 Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep's disturbers
Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
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| TYRREL |
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Let me have open means to come to them,
And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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85 Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:
Whispers
There is no more but so: say it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.
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| TYRREL |
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'Tis done, my gracious lord.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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90 Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
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| TYRREL |
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Ye shall, my Lord.
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Exit
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Re-enter BUCKINGHAM
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind
The late demand that you did sound me in.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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95 I hear that news, my lord.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,
For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd;
The earldom of Hereford and the moveables
100 The which you promised I should possess.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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What says your highness to my just demand?
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| KING RICHARD III |
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As I remember, Henry the Sixth
105 Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
A king, perhaps, perhaps,--
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My lord!
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| KING RICHARD III |
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How chance the prophet could not at that time
110 Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My lord, your promise for the earldom,--
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
And call'd it Rougemont: at which name I started,
115 Because a bard of Ireland told me once
I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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My Lord!
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Ay, what's o'clock?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
120 Of what you promised me.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Well, but what's o'clock?
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Upon the stroke of ten.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Well, let it strike.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Why let it strike?
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| KING RICHARD III |
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125 Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.
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| KING RICHARD III |
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Tut, tut,
130 Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.
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Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM
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| BUCKINGHAM |
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Is it even so? rewards he my true service
With such deep contempt made I him king for this?
O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on!
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Exit
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