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DORSET
Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory.
ANNE
Adieu, poor soul, that tak’st thy leave of it. [90]
DUCHESS
[To Dorset]
Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee;
[To Anne]
Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee;
[To Elizabeth]
Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee;
I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me.
Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, [95]
And each hour’s joy wrack’d with a week of teen.
ELIZABET H
Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
Whom envy hath immur’d within your walls -
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones, [100]
Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
For tender princes, use my babies well.
So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell.
Exeunt.
Scene II IT
The trumpets sound a sennet. Enter Richard in pomp, crowned;
Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Lovell with other Nobles [and a Page].
KING RICHARD
Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham!
BUCKINGHAM
My gracious sovereign!
KING RICHARD
