King R.
Keep all your distance— [Exeunt all the Court, but Buck. Rat. and Cat. R. H.
Cousin, a pig's whisper with you,—

Buc.
My king!—

King R.
At length by thy advice, my cousin,
And gammon, pitch'd to many a dozen,
Is Glo'ster bang up on the English Throne;
But say, my coz, is this all our own?
Young Neddy lives—so does his brother York!
Now think what I would say—and take a chalk.

Buc.
Out with it!

King R.
I tell thee, coz, I've lately had two moneys
Get in my way—and Glo'ster in a funk is.
Now though thy foot has kick'd 'em from my sight,
Yet do I fear that all will not go right!
I tell thee, cousin, that I would be king.

Buc.
And so you are.

King R.
Am I? no such thing.
Edward still lives—

Buc.
My lord, I know it.

King R.
What, a'nt you down to me, then?

Buc.
Yes, go it.

King R.
Shall I be plain? I wish the monkeys dead
And I would have thee smother them in bed.

Buc.
Since it is deed that cannot be recall'd,
And when performed—cannot be forestall'd;
Allow me some short time for thinking,
I'll go and resolve it in a twinkling. [Exit, L. H.

King R.
I'll henceforth deal with shorter sighted asses,

Those who on their noses carry glasses;
The best on't is—I may not want his aid.
Come hither, Cat—where is that same blade,
That Tirrel, whom you spoke to me about?

Cat.
At Mrs. Levy's in Rag Fair.

King R.
No doubt.
Methought you said she kept a fencing ken.

Cat.
I did—and let's out rooms to smashing men.

King R.
He is the very man—give him this ring,
And further orders to him I will bring. [Exit Catesby, R. H. D.
Hark thee, Rat, when saw you Anne my wife?
What says the doctor—is she long for life?

Rat.
He fears her much.

King R.
But he's a good physician!

Rat.
I hope she'll mend—she's in a bad condition. [Exit, L. H. D.

King R.
And if she does, then blow me tight,
I'll make him send her home to night. [Exit, R. H. D.

Enter Buckingham, L. H.

Buc.
What gone! then I am left mum-chance,
Was ever fellow yet led such dance?
I'll turn my coat, and scud to Richmond;
I will, by jingo!

Air, “The young May Moon.” Buc.
Now half the world is fast asleep,
I to Richmond safe may creep;
I'll set off by flight, in the dead of the night,
And I'll reach Windmill Street, before daylight peep.
I'll floor all Charlies in my way,
Should they attempt ought to say,
Their lanthorns I'll grab, and their rattles I'll nab,
And I'll push on keep moving to Windmill Street. [Exit, L. H.

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