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Buck. Oh patience, Heav'n! is't thus he pays my
An Apartment in the Tower.
Enter Tirrel, DIGHTON, and FOREST.
Forest. Smothering will make no noise, sir.
young faces, who knows how far their looks Of innocence may tempt you into pity? Stand back-Lieutenant, have you brought the keys ?
Lieut. I have them, sir.
[Giving a Ring. Licut, What can this mean! why at this dead of
To give them too! 'tis not for me to inquire. [Exit. Tirrel. Gentlemen, there lies your way.
The Presence Chamber.
Glost. ,'Would it were done ! There is a busy something here, That foolish custom has made terrible, To the intent of evil deeds? and nature too, As if she knew me womanish and weak, Tugs at my heart-strings with complaining cries, To talk me from my purpose-And then the thought of what men's tongues will
say, Of what their hearts must think; To have no creature love me living, nor My memory when dead. Shall future ages, when these children's tale Is told, drop tears in pity of their hapless fate, And read with detestation, the misdeeds of Gloster. The crook-back'd tyrant, cruel, barbarous, And bloody? will they not say too, That to possess the crown, nor laws divine Nor human stopt my way?- Why, let them say it; They can't but say I had the crown; I was not fool as well as villain.
Now, my Tirrel, how are the brats dispos’d?
Tirrel. If to have done the thing you gave in
charge, Beget your happiness, then, sir, be happy, for it is
done. Glost. But didst thou see them dead ? Tirrel, I did, my
lord. Glost. And bury'd, my good Tirrel? Tirrel. In that, I thought to ask your grace's plea
Glost. I have it-I'll have them sure-get me a
coffin Full of holes--let them be both cramm'd into it; And hark thee, in the night tide, throw them down The Thames-once in, they'll find the way to the bot
Tirrel. I humbly thank your highness.
Glost. Why, then my loudest fears are hush'd;
Catesby. My lord-
bluntly? Catesby. Bad news, my lord; Morton is filed to
Richmond, And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsbmen, Is in the field, and still his power increases. Glost. Morton with Richmond, touches me more
néar, Than Buckingham, and his rash levy'd numbers.
But come, dangers retreat, when boldly they're con
fronted, And dull delays lead impotence and fear; Then fiery expedition raise my arm, And fatal may it fall on crush'd rebellion ! Let's muster men-my counsel is my shield, We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. (Exit.
A Court in the Tower.
Enter QUEEN and Duchess of York.
Queen. Oh, my poor children! Oh, my tender
babes! My unblown flowers, pluck'd by untimely hands : If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, And he not fix'd in doom perpetual, Hover about me, with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation ! Why slept their guardian angels, when this deed was
done ? Duch. of York. So many miseries have drain'd my
eyes, That my woe-weary'd tongue is still and mute;Why should calamity be full of words ? Queen. Let's give them scope; for though they
can't remove, Yet, do they ease,
affliction. Duch.of York. Why, tben, let us be loud in excla
To Richard, haste, and pierce him with our cries :
[Trumpet sounds a March. Hark, his trumpet sounds !—this way he must pass.
Queen. Alas, I've not the daring to confront him ! Duch. of York. I have a mother's right-l'll force
him to hear me.
Enter Gloster and CATESBY, with Forces.
Trumpet sounds a March. Glost. Who interrupts me, in my expedition ? Duch. of York. Dost thou not know me? Art thou
not my son ? Glost. I cry your mercy, madam—is it you? Duch. of York. Art thou my son? Glost. Ay, I thank Heaven, my father, and your
self. Duch. of York. Then I command thee, hear me. Glost. Madam, I have a touch of
your condition, That cannot brook the accent of reproof. Duch. of York. Stay, I'll be mild, and gentle, in my
words. Glost. And brief, good mother, for I am in haste. Duch. of York. Why, I have staid for thee, (just
Glost. And came not I at last, to comfort
Glost. If I am so disgracious in thy eye,
Duch. of York. Yet stay, I charge thee, hear me.