Richard III

Richard III

ACT IV 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!	25
KING RICHARD III	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?	30
TYRREL	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