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,
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But 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.
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Farewell 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.
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Now, 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.
