Richard III - Act 4 - Scene 2

SCENE II. London. The palace.

    Sennet. Enter KING RICHARD III, in pomp, crowned; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a page, and others

KING RICHARD III

    Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham!

BUCKINGHAM

    My gracious sovereign?

KING RICHARD III

    Give me thy hand.

    Here he ascendeth his throne
    Thus high, by thy advice
    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?

BUCKINGHAM

    Still live they and for ever may they last!

KING RICHARD III

    O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
    To try if thou be current gold indeed
    Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.

BUCKINGHAM

    Say on, my loving lord.

KING RICHARD III

    Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king,

BUCKINGHAM

    Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.

KING RICHARD III

    Ha! am I king? 'tis so: but Edward lives.

BUCKINGHAM

    True, noble prince.

KING RICHARD III

    O bitter consequence,
    That Edward still should live! 'True, noble prince!'
    Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
    Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
    And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
    What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.

BUCKINGHAM

    Your grace may do your pleasure.

KING RICHARD III

    Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth:
    Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

BUCKINGHAM

    Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
    Before I positively herein:
    I will resolve your grace immediately.

    Exit

CATESBY

    [Aside to a stander by]
    The king is angry: see, he bites the lip.

KING RICHARD III

    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.
    Boy!

Page

    My lord?

KING RICHARD III

    Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
    Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?

Page

    My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,
    Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
    Gold were as good as twenty orators,
    And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

KING RICHARD III

    What is his name?

Page

    His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.

KING RICHARD III

    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
    How now! what news with you?

STANLEY

    My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset's fled
    To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
    Where he abides.

    Stands apart

KING RICHARD III

    Catesby!

CATESBY

    My lord?

KING RICHARD III

    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,
    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,
    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
    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?

TYRREL

    James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.

KING RICHARD III

    Art thou, indeed?

TYRREL

    Prove me, my gracious sovereign.

KING RICHARD III

    Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

TYRREL

    Ay, my lord;
    But I had rather kill two enemies.

KING RICHARD III

    Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,
    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.

TYRREL

    Let me have open means to come to them,
    And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

KING RICHARD III

    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.

TYRREL

    'Tis done, my gracious lord.

KING RICHARD III

    Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?

TYRREL

    Ye shall, my Lord.

    Exit

    Re-enter BUCKINGHAM

BUCKINGHAM

    My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind
    The late demand that you did sound me in.

KING RICHARD III

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

BUCKINGHAM

    I hear that news, my lord.

KING RICHARD III

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

BUCKINGHAM

    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
    The which you promised I should possess.

KING RICHARD III

    Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
    Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

BUCKINGHAM

    What says your highness to my just demand?

KING RICHARD III

    As I remember, Henry the Sixth
    Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
    When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
    A king, perhaps, perhaps,--

BUCKINGHAM

    My lord!

KING RICHARD III

    How chance the prophet could not at that time
    Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

BUCKINGHAM

    My lord, your promise for the earldom,--

KING RICHARD III

    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,
    Because a bard of Ireland told me once
    I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

BUCKINGHAM

    My Lord!

KING RICHARD III

    Ay, what's o'clock?

BUCKINGHAM

    I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
    Of what you promised me.

KING RICHARD III

    Well, but what's o'clock?

BUCKINGHAM

    Upon the stroke of ten.

KING RICHARD III

    Well, let it strike.

BUCKINGHAM

    Why let it strike?

KING RICHARD III

    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.

BUCKINGHAM

    Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.

KING RICHARD III

    Tut, tut,
    Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.

    Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM

BUCKINGHAM

    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!

    Exit

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