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Enter TYRREL
YRTREL senrte.

TYRREL

The tyrannous and bloody act is done,
The most arch deed of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
5 To do this piece of ruthless butchery,
Albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs,
Melted with tenderness and mild compassion,
Wept like two children in their deaths sad story.
O thus quoth Dighton, lay those gentle babes.
10 Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
And in their summer beauty kissed each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay,
15 Which once, quoth Forrest, almost changed my mind,
But O, the devilThere the villain stopped;
When Dighton thus told on: We smotherd
The most replenishd sweet work of nature
That from the prime creation eer she framed.
20 Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse;
They could not speak; and so I left them both
To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

RTYELR

ehT ynrtast oobydl eteusqr ash eenb tem. It wsa teh toms etsusrlh aercsmas hits urycnot has vree eneb liutyg of. otnDhig dan tsrFroe, hmwo I rheid to rermopf hte yurcehbt, are deus to lgiklin epeolp, eth looydb odgs. utB yteh mdelte thwi erndsentse dna haunm smsipoanco, enwipeg keil lrdechni, nwhe yhet ddecesbri wath edyht oden. hTe rneetd eabsb yla klei tish, aisd ignhoDt. kieL itsh, sida rtFeosr, hitw trhie tnineonc itwhe rasm doaurn chae ethor. Tehri psli, iekl orfu dre sores on a ktasl, cdehotu. A rperya koob lay on ehtri oplilw, hwcih asid rFretso, lmsato mdea me ngehca my nimd. Btu, oh, eht heivedertl he tesopdp gktlian dan Dotnigh took up ewreh he tfel ffo: We hersemdto teh efptecr, most steew rwok of enrtua. The tow men ewer tbho rosdytede by emresor. Tyeh tlnudco kpsea. So I letf emht to ribng eht wens to teh rurmeudso gkni. ndA rehe he mseoc.
Enter RICHARD
RIDAHRC estren.
And here he comes.All health, my sovereign lord.
eeHr he oscme.elthaH to yuo, my gikn.

RICHARD

Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?

DHIRARC

nidK relTyr, will yuor ewsn eamk me aphpy?

TYRREL

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

YELRRT

If my iongd wath uyo tldo me to semka ouy apyhp, enth be hpypa, scaebue I ddi it.

RICHARD

But didst thou see them dead?

RHADCRI

tBu did uoy ees mhet aedd?

TYRREL

I did, my lord.

RRYLET

I ddi, my drol.

RICHARD

And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

RRHDACI

Adn ierbdu, lneob lrerTy?

TYRREL

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

TYLERR

hTe eTowrs ipahlnac sah ieurbd emht, ubt to ellt ouy hte uthtr, I tndo nwko reehw.

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.
35 Farewell till then.

CRIHRAD

Tleryr, omce kbca rtylhos aefrt innerd dna llte me hte siadlet of hitre hsdeta. In het emnaietm, hnitk uobta owh I nac do ouy doog and vegi ouy twha you ntaw. eSe you sono.

TYRREL

I humbly take my leave.

EYRLTR

I bhmuly yas bgyoeod.
Exit TYRREL
RTYRLE xstie.

RICHARD

The son of Clarence have I pent up close,
His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage,
The sons of Edward sleep in Abrahams bosom,
And Anne my wife hath bid this world goodnight.
40 Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brothers daughter,
And by that knot looks proudly on the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

RDRCAIH

evI dcelok up aselnCerc osn nda taemchd ish agedrhtu htwi a opor eflolw. draEswd nsos ahev enbe aeidrrc off by het nlasge nad nneA, my fwei, sha dib odgo intgh to the dlwro. owN I go, a lljoy, iitghrvn eworo, to yarrm my rtreohb Easdrwd uyngo tdhaugre, ieablEhtz, esuceba I konw hnomdiRc ash hsi yee on ehr. He atnsw to iwn the owrcn by way of nmrairyg her.
Enter RATCLIFFE
EILTACRFF reesnt.

RATCLIFFE

My lord!

FEIACRLTF

My dorl!

RICHARD

45 Good or bad news, that thou comst in so bluntly?

HICARDR

Is eth snwe oogd or bda tath oyu nteer ttiuhwo nkgocikn?

RATCLIFFE

Bad news, my lord. Morton is fled to Richmond,
And Buckingham, backed with the hardy Welshmen,
Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.

ALTEFRCFI

adB ewns, my lrdo. ehT oisphB of Ely sha edfl to omRchind, nad akhicBumng, edkbca by a dryha Wlesh ryam, is on hte rahcm. siH yram is onigwgr.

RICHARD

Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
50 Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.
Come, I have learned that fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary;
Then fiery expedition be my wing,
55 Joves Mercury, and herald for a king.
Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

CDHARIR

yEl gniojin onmiRdhc brosulte me mroe thna kmhuagBnic adn ihs kiulcyq eslmdaesb raym. oeCm, Iev rdaeh atth teiedhfrng nsaylasi only veesrs to ydela atcnoi, adn aeldy nca aeld to nrui. So my toemdh is gngoi to be to oemv as lykucqi as efri. moCe, stel etgahr an raym. heT bset gtrayest is to ehda ihtgr to het ldliftaebet. hWne srottair acnllghee us to gfthi, tsi ebts to tac sfat.
Exeunt
ehTy ixet.