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Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no.
[Exeunt King RICHARD and train.
SCENE III.—The same.
Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness, and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, – Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another, Within their alabaster innocent arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind ; But, 0, the devil—there the villain stopp'd; When Dighton thus told on,- we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd. Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, They could not speak; and so I left them both, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.
' In Wales, where his estate lay.
Enter King RICHARD. And here he comes :-All health, my sovereign lord ?
K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news?
Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge
K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ?
And buried, gentle Tyrrel ? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
K. Rich. Come to me Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell, till then. Tyr.
I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pen'd up
[mond; Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton is fled to RichAnd Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
· Richmond was at this time in exile at the court of the duke
K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.—The same. Before the palace.
Enter Queen MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction’ am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence 3 Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here? Enter Queen ELIZABETH and the Duchess of YORK.
Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes ! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation!
Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night.
· Timorous thought and cautious disquisition are the dull attendants on delay.
? induction, introduction, first part.
3 consequence, for sequel.
Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead ?
Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, Hy from such gentle
lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?' Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
[come, Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophecy, the time would That I should wish for thee to help me curse That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my
fortune; I call’d thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; The presentation of but what I was, The Hattering index of a direful pageant, One heav'd a high, to be hurl'd down below: A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; A dream of what thou wast; a garish flag, To be the aim of every dangerous shot; A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers ? Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou joy? Who sues, and kneels, and says-God save the queen ? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee? Decline? all this, and see what now thou art. For happy wife, a most distressed widow; For joyful mother, one that wails the name; For one being sued to, one that humbly sues ; For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care:
'When, before the present occasion, didst thou ever sleep during the commission of such an action?
2 Run through all this from first to last.
For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while, And teach me how to curse mine enemies.
Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the Compare dead happiness with living woe; [day; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he, that slew them, fouler than he is : Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Q. Eliz. My words are dull, 0, quicken them with
thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and
pierce like mine. [Exit Queen MARGARET. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? Q. Eliz. Let them have scope: though what they
do impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd : go with me, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My [dread] son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.
[Drum, within. I hear his drum,-be copious in exclaims.
Enter King RICHARD, and his train, marching. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? Duch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee,