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KING RICHARD

Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?

T Y RREL

If to have done the thing you gave in charge [25]
Beget your happiness, be happy then,
For it is done.

KING RICHARD

But did’st thou see them dead?

T Y RREL

I did, my lord.

KING RICHARD

And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

T Y RREL

The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them,
But where, to say the truth, I do not know. [30]

KING RICHARD

Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after-supper,
When 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 then.

T Y RREL

I humbly take my leave. [35]

Exit.

KING RICHARD

The son of Clarence have I pent up close;
His daughter meanly have I match’d in marriage;
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom,
And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night.
Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims [40]
At young Elizabeth, my brother’s daughter,
And by that knot looks proudly on the crown -