Act IV, Scene 2
London. The palace.
- Sound a sennet. Enter Richard in pomp,
- crowned; Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe,
- Lovel, a Page, and others.
King Richard III1
- Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham—
Duke of Buckingham2
- My gracious sovereign?
King Richard III3 - 7
- 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?
Duke of Buckingham8
- Still live they, and forever let them last!
King Richard III9 - 11
- 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.
Duke of Buckingham12
- Say on, my loving lord.
King Richard III13
- Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king.
Duke of Buckingham14
- Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned lord.
King Richard III15
- Ha? Am I king? ’Tis so—but Edward lives.
Duke of Buckingham16
- True, noble prince.
King Richard III17 - 22
- 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.
Duke of Buckingham23
- Your Grace may do your pleasure.
King Richard III24 - 25
- Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.
- Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
Duke of Buckingham26 - 28
- Give me some little breath, some pause, dear lord,
- Before I positively speak in this.
- I will resolve you herein presently.
- Exit Buckingham.
- Aside to a stander-by.
- The King is angry, see, he gnaws his lip.
King Richard III30 - 34
- 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.
- My lord?
King Richard III36 - 37
- Know’st thou not any whom corrupting gold
- Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?
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- 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 any thing.
King Richard III42
- What is his name?
- His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.
King Richard III44 - 49
- I partly know the man; go call him hither, boy.
- Exit Page.
- The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
- No more shall be the neighbor 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?
Stanley50 - 52
- Know, my loving lord,
- The Marquess Dorset, as I hear, is fled
- To Richmond, in the parts where he abides.
- Stands apart.
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- Come hither, Catesby. Rumor 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 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.
- Enter Page with Sir James Tyrrel.
- Is thy name Tyrrel?
- James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
King Richard III71
- Art thou indeed?
- Prove me, my gracious lord.
King Richard III73
- Dar’st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
Tyrrel74 - 75
- Please you;
- But I had rather kill two enemies.
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- 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.
Tyrrel80 - 81
- Let me have open means to come to them,
- And soon I’ll rid you from the fear of them.
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- Thou sing’st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel.
- Go, by this token. Rise, and lend thine ear.
- There is no more but so; say it is done,
- And I will love thee and prefer thee for it.
- I will dispatch it straight.
- Enter Buckingham.
Duke of Buckingham87 - 88
- My lord, I have consider’d in my mind
- The late request that you did sound me in.
King Richard III89
- Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
Duke of Buckingham90
- I hear the news, my lord.
King Richard III91
- Stanley, he is your wive’s son: well, look unto it.
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- My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise,
- For which your honor and your faith is pawn’d,
- Th’ earldom of Herford, and the moveables,
- Which you have promised I shall possess.
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- Stanley, look to your wife. If she convey
- Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Duke of Buckingham98
- What says your Highness to my just request?
King Richard III99 - 102
- I do remember me, Henry the Sixth
- Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
- When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
- A king—perhaps—perhaps—
Duke of Buckingham103
- My lord—
King Richard III104 - 105
- How chance the prophet could not at that time
- Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
Duke of Buckingham106
- My lord, your promise for the earldom—
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- Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
- The mayor in courtesy show’d me the castle,
- And call’d it Rouge-mount, at which name I started,
- Because a bard of Ireland told me once
- I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
Duke of Buckingham112
- My lord—
King Richard III113
- Ay, what’s a’ clock?
Duke of Buckingham114 - 115
- I am thus bold to put your Grace in mind
- Of what you promis’d me.
King Richard III116
- Well, but what’s a’ clock?
Duke of Buckingham117
- Upon the stroke of ten.
King Richard III118
- Well, let it strike.
Duke of Buckingham119
- Why let it strike?
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- Because that like a Jack thou keep’st the stroke
- Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
- I am not in the giving vein today.
Duke of Buckingham123
- May it please you to resolve me in my suit.
King Richard III124
- Thou troubles! Me, I am not in the vein.
- Exit with all but Buckingham.
Duke of Buckingham125 - 128
- And is it thus? Repays he my deep service
- With such contempt? Made I him king for this?
- O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
- To Brecknock while my fearful head is on!