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slaughter…house； Lest thou increase the number of the dead； And make me
die the thrall of Margaret's curse； Nor mother； wife； nor England's counted
queen。 STANLEY。 Full of wise care is this your counsel； madam。 Take all
the swift advantage of the hours； You shall have letters from me to my son
In your behalf； to meet you on the way。 Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay。
DUCHESS。 O ill…dispersing wind of misery！ O my accursed womb； the
bed of death！ A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world； Whose
unavoided eye is murderous。 STANLEY。 Come； madam； come； I in all
haste was sent。 ANNE。 And I with all unwillingness will go。 O； would to
God that the inclusive verge Of golden metal that must round my brow
Were red…hot steel； to sear me to the brains！ Anointed let me be with
deadly venom； And die ere men can say 'God save the Queen！' QUEEN
ELIZABETH。 Go； go； poor soul； I envy not thy glory。 To feed my humour；
wish thyself no harm。 ANNE。 No； why？ When he that is my husband now
Came to me； as I follow'd Henry's corse； When scarce the blood was well
wash'd from his hands Which issued from my other angel husband； And
that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd… O； when； I say； I look'd on
Richard's face； This was my wish： 'Be thou' quoth I 'accurs'd For making
me； so young； so old a widow； And when thou wed'st； let sorrow haunt thy
bed； And be thy wife； if any be so mad； More miserable by the life of thee
Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death。' Lo； ere I can repeat this
curse again； Within so small a time； my woman's heart Grossly grew
captive to his honey words And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's
curse； Which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest； For never yet one hour
in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep； But with his timorous
dreams was still awak'd。 Besides； he hates me for my father Warwick； And
will； no doubt； shortly be rid of me。 QUEEN ELIZABETH。 Poor heart；
adieu！ I pity thy complaining。 ANNE。 No more than with my soul I mourn
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for yours。 DORSET。 Farewell； thou woeful welcomer of glory！ ANNE。
Adieu； poor soul； that tak'st thy leave of it！ DUCHESS。 ＇To DORSET＇ Go
thou to Richmond； and good fortune guide thee！ ＇To ANNE＇ Go thou to
Richard； and good angels tend thee！ ＇To QUEEN ELIZABETH＇ Go thou
to sanctuary； and good thoughts possess thee！ I to my grave； where peace
and rest lie with me！ Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen； And each
hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen。 QUEEN ELIZABETH。 Stay； yet
look back with me unto the Tower。 Pity； you ancient stones； those tender
babes Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls； Rough cradle for such
little pretty ones。 Rude ragged nurse； old sullen playfellow For tender
princes； use my babies well。 So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell。
Exeunt
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SCENE 2。
London。 The palace
Sound a sennet。 Enter RICHARD； in pomp； as KING；
BUCKINGHAM； CATESBY； RATCLIFF； LOVEL； a PAGE； and others
KING RICHARD。 Stand all apart。 Cousin of Buckingham！
BUCKINGHAM。 My gracious sovereign？ KING RICHARD。 Give me thy
hand。 ＇Here he ascendeth the throne。 Sound＇ Thus high； by thy advice And
thy assistance； is King Richard seated。 But shall we wear these glories for
a day； Or shall they last； and we rejoice in them？ BUCKINGHAM。 Still
live they； and for ever let them last！ KING RICHARD。 Ah； Buckingham；
now do I play the touch； To try if thou be current gold indeed。 Young
Edward lives…think now what I would speak。 BUCKINGHAM。 Say on；
my loving lord。 KING RICHARD。 Why； Buckingham； I say I would be
King。 BUCKINGHAM。 Why； so you are； my thrice…renowned lord。 KING
RICHARD。 Ha！ am I King？ 'Tis so； but Edward lives。 BUCKINGHAM。
True； noble Prince。 KING RICHARD。 O bitter consequence： That Edward
still should live…true noble Prince！ Cousin； thou wast not wont to be so
dull。 Shall I be plain？ I wish the bastards dead。 And I would have it
suddenly perform'd。 What say'st thou now？ Speak suddenly； be brief。
BUCKINGHAM。 Your Grace may do your pleasure。 KING RICHARD。
Tut； tut； thou art all ice； thy kindness freezes。 Say； have I thy consent that
they shall die？ BUCKINGHAM。 Give me some little breath； some pause；
dear Lord； Before I positively speak in this。 I will resolve you herein
presently。 Exit CATESBY。 ＇Aside to another＇ The King is angry； see； he
gnaws his lip。 KING RICHARD。 I will converse with iron…witted fools
＇Descends from the throne＇ 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。 Know'st thou not
any whom corrupting gold Will tempt unto a close exploit of death？ PAGE。
I know a discontented gentleman Whose humble means match not his
haughty spirit。 Gold were as good as twenty orators； And will； no doubt；
tempt him to anything。 KING RICHARD。 What is his name？ PAGE。 His
name； my lord； is Tyrrel。 KING RICHARD。 I partly know the man。 Go；
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call him hither； boy。 Exit PAGE The deep…revolving witty Buckingham No
more shall be the neighbour to my counsels。 Hath he so long held out with
me； untir'd； And stops he now for breath？ Well； be it so。 Enter STANLEY
How now； Lord Stanley！ What's the news？ STANLEY。 Know； my
loving lord； The Marquis Dorset； as I hear； is fled To Richmond； in the
parts where he abides。 ＇Stands apart＇ KING RICHARD。 Come hither；
Catesby。 Rumour it abroad That Anne； my wife； is very grievous sick； I
will take order for her keeping close。 Inquire me out some mean poor
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 queen； 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