Page 1209 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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KING RICHARD Exit.
Tut, tut, thou art all ice; thy kindness freezes.
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
BUCKINGHAM
Give me some little breath, some pause, dear lord,
Before I positively speak in this; [25]
I will resolve you herein presently.
CAT ESBY
The King is angry: see, he gnaws his lip.
KING RICHARD
[Aside]
I will converse with iron-witted fools
And unrespective boys; none are for me
That look into me with considerate eyes. [30]
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. -
Boy!
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My lord?
KING RICHARD
Know’st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? [35]
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I know a discontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty spirit;
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.
KING RICHARD
What is his name?
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His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. [40]
