The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 23 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 486 words
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zounds sir, near talk to us of favour, 'tis not the first that Iack and I have gone about. Well said, but the king's pleasure is this, that he will have no blood shed in the deed doing, therefore let me hear your advises? Why then I think this master Tyrell, that as they sit at supper there should be two dags ready charged, and so suddenly to shoot them both through. No, I like not that so well, what sayest thou Will, what is thy opinion? Tush, here's more ado than needs, I pray bring me where they are, and i'll take them by the heels and beat their brains against the walls. Nay that I like not, for 'tis too tyrannous. Then hear me master Tyrell, let Will take one, and i'll take another, and by the life of Iack Denton we'll cut both their throats. Nay sirs, then hear me, I will have it it done in this order, when they be both a-bed and at rest, Myles Forest thou shalt bring them up both, and between two featherbeds smother them both. Why this is very good, but stand aside, for here comes the Princes, i'll bring you word when the deed is done. How fares my noble Lord and loving brother? A worthy brother, Richard Duke of York, my cause of sorrow is not for myself, but this is it that adds my sorrow more, to see our uncle whom our father left as our Protector in minority, should so digress from duty, love and zeal, so unkindly thus to keep us up prisoners, and know no sufficient cause for it. Why brother comfort yourself, for though he detain us a while, he will not keep us long, but at last he will send us to our loving mother again: whither if it please God to send us, I doubt not but our mother would keep us so safe, that all the Prelates in the world should not deprive her of us again: so much I assure myself of. But here comes Myles Forest, I prithee Miles tell my kingly brother some merry story to pass away the time, for thou seest he is melancholy. No Miles, tell me no merry story, but answer me to one question, what was he that walked with thee in the Garden, methought he had the keys? My Lord, it was one that was appointed by the King to be an aid to sir Thomas Brokenbury. Did the King, why Myles Forest, am not I King? I would have said my Lord your uncle the Protector. Nay my kingly uncle I know he is now, but let him enjoy both Crown and kingdom, so my brother and I may but enjoy our lives and liberty. But tell me, is sir Robert Brokenbery clean discharged? No my Lord, he hath but charge for a night or two.
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Zownes ſir, nere talke to vs of fauour, tis not the firſt that Iack and I haue gone about. Well ſaid, but the Kings pleaſure is this, that he wil haue no blood ſhead in the deed doing, therefore let me heare your aduiſes? Why then I thinke this maiſter Terrell, that as they ſit at ſupper there ſhould be two dags readie charged, and ſo ſuddeinly to ſhoote them both through. No, I like not that ſo well, what ſaieſt thou Will, what is thy opinion? Tuſh, heeres more adoo then needes, I pray bring mee where they are, and ile take them by the heeles and beate their braines againſt the walles. Nay that I like not, for tis too tyrannous. Then heare me maiſter Terrell, let Will take one, and ile take another, and by the life of Iack Douton weele cut both their throates. Nay ſirs, then heare me, I will haue it it done in this order, when they be both a bed and at reſt, Myles Foreſt thou ſhalt bring them vp both, and betweene two feather beds ſmother them both. Why this is verie good, but ſtand aſide, for here comes the Princes, ile bring you word when the deed is done. How fares my noble Lord and louing brother? A worthie brother, Richard Duke of Yorke, my cauſe of ſorrow is not for my ſelfe, but this is it that addes my ſorrow more, to ſee our vnckle whom our father left as our Protector in minoritie, ſhould ſo digreſſe from dutie, loue and zeale, ſo vnkindly thus to keepe vs vp priſoners, and know no ſufficient cauſe for it. Why brother comfort your ſelfe, for tho he detaine vs a while, he will not keepe vs long, but at laſt he will ſend vs to our louing mother againe: whither if it pleaſe God to ſend vs, I doubt not but our mother would keepe vs ſo ſafe, that all the Prelates in the worlde ſhould not depriue her of vs againe: ſo much I aſſure my ſelfe of. But here comes Myles Foreſt, I prethy Myles tell my kingly brother ſome mery ſtorie to paſſe away the time, for thou ſeeſt he is melancholy. No Myles, tell me no mery ſtorie, but anſwere me to one queſtion, vvhat vvas he that vvalked vvith thee in the Gardeine, me thought he had the keyes? My Lord, it vvas one that vvas appointed by the King o be an ayde to ſir Thomas Brokenbury. Did the King, vvhy Myles Foreſt, am not I King? I would haue ſaid my Lord your vnckle the Protector. Nay my kingly vnckle I know he is now, but let him enioy both Crowne and kingdome, ſo my brother and I may but enioy our liues and libertie. But tell me, is ſir Robert Brokenbery cleane diſcharged? No my Lord, he hath but charge for a night or two.