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TYRREL

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

TYRREL

If my doing what you told me to makes you happy, then be happy, because I did it.

RICHARD

     But did’st thou see them dead?

RICHARD

But did you see them dead?

TYRREL

I did, my lord.

TYRREL

I did, my lord.

RICHARD

     And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

RICHARD

And buried, noble Tyrrel?

TYRREL

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

TYRREL

The Tower’s chaplain has buried them, but to tell you the truth, I don’t know where.

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.
35Farewell till then.

RICHARD

Tyrrel, come back shortly after dinner and tell me the details of their deaths. In the meantime, think about how I can do you good and give you what you want. See you soon.

TYRREL

     I humbly take my leave.

TYRREL

     I humbly say goodbye.
Exit TYRREL
TYRREL exits.

RICHARD

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

RICHARD

I’ve locked up Clarence’s son and matched his daughter with a poor fellow. Edward’s sons have been carried off by the angels and Anne, my wife, has bid good night to the world. Now I go, a jolly, thriving wooer, to marry my brother Edward’s young daughter, Elizabeth, because I know Richmond has his eye on her. He wants to win the crown by way of marrying her.
Enter RATCLIFFE
RATCLIFFE enters.