TPTT The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
SCENE I. Before the Tower.
SCENE II. London. The palace.
SCENE III. The same.
SCENE IV. Before the palace.
SCENE V. Lord Derby's house.
ACT V
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SCENE III. The same.
Enter TYRREL
TYRREL
      The tyrannous and bloody deed is done.
      The most arch of piteous massacre
      That ever yet this land was guilty of.
      Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
5     To do this ruthless piece of butchery,
      Although they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
      Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
      Wept like two children in their deaths' sad stories.
      'Lo, thus' quoth Dighton, 'lay those tender babes:'
10    'Thus, thus,' quoth Forrest, 'girdling one another
      Within their innocent alabaster 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;
15    Which once,' quoth Forrest, 'almost changed my mind;
      But O! the devil'--there the villain stopp'd
      Whilst Dighton thus told on: 'We smothered
      The most replenished sweet work of nature,
      That from the prime creation e'er she framed.'
20    Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
      They could not speak; and so I left them both,
      To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
      And here he comes.

Enter KING RICHARD III

      All hail, my sovereign liege!
KING RICHARD III
25    Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?
TYRREL
      If to have done the thing you gave in charge
      Beget your happiness, be happy then,
      For it is done, my lord.
KING RICHARD III
      But didst thou see them dead?
TYRREL
30    I did, my lord.
KING RICHARD III
      And buried, gentle Tyrrel?
TYRREL
      The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them;
      But how or in what place I do not know.
KING RICHARD III
      Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,
35    And thou shalt tell the process of their death.
      Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,
      And be inheritor of thy desire.
      Farewell till soon.

Exit TYRREL

      The son of Clarence have I pent up close;
40    His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;
      The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
      And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
      Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims
      At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
45    And, by that knot, looks proudly o'er the crown,
      To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.
Enter CATESBY
CATESBY
      My lord!
KING RICHARD III
      Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?
CATESBY
      Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond;
50    And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen,
      Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.
KING RICHARD III
      Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
      Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.
      Come, I have heard that fearful commenting
55    Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
      Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary
      Then fiery expedition be my wing,
      Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
      Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield;
60    We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
Exeunt
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