[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. London. A Room of State in the Palace
The trumpets sound a sennet. Enter Richard in pomp, Buckingham, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Lovell, a Page and others.
KING RICHARD.
Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham!
BUCKINGHAM.
My gracious sovereign!
KING RICHARD.
Give me thy hand.
[Here he ascendeth the throne. Sound trumpets.]
Thus high, by thy advice
And thy assistance is King Richard seated.
But shall we wear these glories for a day,
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
BUCKINGHAM.
Still live they, and for ever let them last!
KING RICHARD.
Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed.
Young Edward lives; think now what I would speak.