ACT IV.
2. SCENE II. London. A Room of State in the Palace.
(continued)
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord,--
KING RICHARD.
How chance the prophet could not at that time
Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord, your promise for the earldom,--
KING RICHARD.
Richmond!--When last I was at Exeter,
The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle
And call'd it Rougemount; at which name I started,
Because a bard of Ireland told me once
I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord--
KING RICHARD.
Ay, what's o'clock?
BUCKINGHAM.
I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
Of what you promis'd me.
KING RICHARD.
Well, but what's o'clock?
BUCKINGHAM.
Upon the stroke of ten.
KING RICHARD.
Well, let it strike.
BUCKINGHAM.
Why let it strike?
KING RICHARD.
Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
BUCKINGHAM.
Wht then, resolve me whether you will or no.
KING RICHARD.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
[Exeunt KING RICHARD and Train.]
BUCKINGHAM.
And is it thus? repays he my deep service
With such contempt? made I him king for this?
O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
To Brecknock while my fearful head is on!
[Exit.]
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