Richard III, Act IV, Scene 3
TYRELL:
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
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 the gentle babes’;
‘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,
Which once’, quoth Forrest,‘almost changed my mind.
But O, the devil’— there the villain stopped,
When Dighton thus told on,‘We smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That from the prime creation e'er she framed.’
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.
Enter King Richard.
And here he comes. All health my sovereign lord.
KING RICHARD:
Kind Tyrell, am I happy in thy news?
TYRELL:
If to have done the thing you gave in charge
Beget your happiness, be happy then,
For it is done.
KING RICHARD:
But didst thou see them dead?
TYRELL:
I did my lord.
KING RICHARD:
And buried, gentle Tyrell?
TYRELL:
The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them,
But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
KING RICHARD:
Come to me, Tyrell, 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.
Farewell till then.
TYRELL:
I humbly take my leave.
KING 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.
Now for I know the Breton Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
And by that knot looks proudly o'er the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.