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The Mayor should lose his title with his office!
Enter Gloster, with a Book.
Buck. You have, my lord: we wish your grace, On our entreaties, would amend your fault.
Glost. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian land?
fault that you resign
Glost. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
The royal stock has left us royal fruit,
gra To wear this precious robe of dignity, Which on a child must sit too loose and heavy; 'Tis yours, befitting both your wisdom and your birth.
Catesby. My lord, this coldness is unkind, Nor suits it with such ardent loyalty. Buck. Oh, make them happy! grant their lawful
your loves, but must declare
Buck. If you refuse us, through a soft remorse, Loath to depose the child, your brother's son (As well we know your tenderness of heart); Yet know, tho' you deny us to the last, Your brother's son shall never reign our king, But we will plant some other on the throne, To the disgrace and downfall of your house: And, thus resolv'd, I bid you, sir, farewell. My lord, and gentlemen, I beg your pardon; For this vain trouble—my intent was good, I would have serv'd my country and my king: But 'twill not be-farewell, till next we meet. Lord M. Be not too rash, my lord: his grace re
lents. Buck. Away, you but deceive yourselves. (Exit. Catesby. Sweet prince, accept their suit. Lord M. If you deny us, all the land will rue it.
Glost. Call him again-[Exit Catesby.) you will
enforce me to
Enter BUCKINGHAM and CATESBY.
will buckle fortune on my back,
will say it. Glost. You will but
say the truth, my lord. Buck. My heart's so full, it scarce has vent for
words; My knee will better speak my duty, now! Long live our sovereign, Richard, king of England. Glost. Indeed, your words have touch'd me nearly,
cousin! Pray rise—I wish you could recall them. Buck. It would be treason, now, my lord; 10
morrow, If it so please your majesty, from council Orders shall be given for your coronation.
Glost. E'en when you please, for you will have it so.
Buck, To-morrow then we will attend your majesty. And now we take our leaves with joy.
Glost. Cousin, adieu—my loving friends, farewell. I must unto my holy work again.
[Exeunt all but RicHARD. Why, now my golden dream is outAmbition, like an early friend, throws back
My curtains with an eager hand, o'erjoy'd
deeds. Th' aspiring youth, that fir'd the Ephesian dome, Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais’d it. Conscience, lie still; more lives will yet be drain'd; Crowns got with blood, must be with blood maintain'd.
ACT THE FOURTH.
QUEEN, PRINCE EDWARD, DUKE OF YORK, Du
CHESS OF YORK, and LADY ANNE, discovered.
P. Ed. Pray, madam, do not leave me yet, For I have many more complaints to tell you.
Queen. And I unable to redress the least; What wouldst thou say, my child?
P. Ed. Oh, mother, since I have lain i' the Tower, My rest has still been broke with frightful dreams, Or shocking news has wak'd me into tears :
I'm scarce allow'd a friend to visit me;
D. of York. Dear brother, why do you weep so? You make me cry too!
Queen. Alas, poor innocence !
P. Ed. 'Would I but knew at what my uncle aims;
D. of York. Why, will my uncle kill us, brother?
Enter LORD STANLEY.
long Despair'd of happy tidings; pray, what is't? Stanley. On Tuesday last, your noble kinsmen,
Duch. of York. Oh dismal tidings !
Queen. Why then let's welcome blood and massacre,