Digh.
Come, gents, have you concluded on the manner.

For.
Yes, Tirrel for a bob and a tanner,

Will do the job.

Tir.
Quick, and stow the darkey,
The screw's man's coming up the stairs—hark, he
Comes this way. Enter Lieutenant, R. H.
Now sir, have you got the keys?

Lieu.
I have.

Tir.
Then hand 'em this way, if you please. [Giving a Ring.

Lieu. (giving the Keys.)
That way, gents, you have no need of me,
Good night—what a smashing looking three. [Exeunt Lieutenant, L. H. the others, R. H. Enter King Richard through M. D.

King R.
Would this wicked deed were o'e
Of tanners I'd give twenty score;
T'would cure me of the devils blue,
The mulligrubs, and head-ache to;

Hark! they're at the job—I hear a scuffle,
I'd better cut my sticks, and shuffle. [Going. Enter Tirrel, L. H.
Oh, its Tirrel—say, have you done the deed?
Is it finished?

Tir.
It is, my lord, indeed.

King R.
Say, hast thou stop'd their wizzens,
Or in their throats made large incisions?

Tir.
We scragg'd 'em with the darbies.

King R.
Say you so!
But are they dead?

Tir.
Dead as Abraham Blow,
The Whitechapel knackerman, who fell
Into his boiler, hotter far than hell.

King R.
Go, get a sack half full of stones,
And ram them in;—to Davy Jones
Then send 'em. Come, brush, begone,

Tir.
It shall be done before the morn. [Exit, R. H.

Enter Catesby, L. H.

Cat.
My lord.

King R.
How now, what's the row?

Cat.
Morton has fled to Richmond; Buckingham
Has joined the party of the bold Dutch Sam.
At Moulsey Hurst they all intend to meet,
And give us amateurs a precious treat.

King R.
They do! then d&wblank;n me if I will retreat!
Let's muster boys; Richard's Richard still,
We'll have a regular set-to or mill! [Exeunt, L. H.

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