Enter Catesby.
CATESBY.
Madam, his Majesty doth call for you,
And for your Grace, and you, my gracious lords.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me?
RIVERS.
We wait upon your Grace.
[Exeunt all but Richard.]
RICHARD.
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I indeed have cast in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls,
Namely, to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them ’tis the Queen and her allies
That stir the King against the Duke my brother.
Now they believe it, and withal whet me
To be revenged on Rivers, Dorset, Grey.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil;
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol’n forth of Holy Writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
Enter two Murderers.
But soft, here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates;
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?
FIRST MURDERER.
We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant,
That we may be admitted where he is.
RICHARD.
Well thought upon; I have it here about me.