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And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel
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Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:
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There is no more but so: say it is done,
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And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.
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TYRREL:
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'Tis done, my gracious lord.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
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TYRREL:
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Ye shall, my Lord.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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My Lord, I have consider'd in my mind
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The late demand that you did sound me in.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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I hear that news, my lord.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Stanley, he is your wife's son well, look to it.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,
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For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd;
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The earldom of Hereford and the moveables
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The which you promised I should possess.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
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Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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What says your highness to my just demand?
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KING RICHARD III:
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As I remember, Henry the Sixth
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Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
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When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
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A king, perhaps, perhaps,--
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BUCKINGHAM:
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My lord!
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KING RICHARD III:
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How chance the prophet could not at that time
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Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
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BUCKINGHAM:
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My lord, your promise for the earldom,--
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KING RICHARD III:
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Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
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The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle,
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And call'd it Rougemont: at which name I started,
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Because a bard of Ireland told me once
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I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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My Lord!
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KING RICHARD III:
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Ay, what's o'clock?
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BUCKINGHAM:
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I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
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Of what you promised me.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Well, but what's o'clock?
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BUCKINGHAM:
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Upon the stroke of ten.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Well, let it strike.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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Why let it strike?
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KING RICHARD III:
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Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
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Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
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I am not in the giving vein to-day.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.
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KING RICHARD III:
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Tut, tut,
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Thou troublest me; am not in the vein.
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