BUCKINGHAM.
Say on, my loving lord.
KING RICHARD.
Why, Buckingham, I say I would be King.
BUCKINGHAM.
Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned lord.
KING RICHARD.
Ha! Am I King? ’Tis so—but Edward lives.
BUCKINGHAM.
True, noble Prince.
KING RICHARD.
O bitter consequence,
That Edward still should live “true noble prince!”
Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead,
And I would have it suddenly performed.
What sayst thou now? Speak suddenly, be brief.
BUCKINGHAM.
Your Grace may do your pleasure.
KING RICHARD.
Tut, tut, thou art all ice; thy kindness freezes.
Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
BUCKINGHAM.
Give me some little breath, some pause, dear lord,
Before I positively speak in this.
I will resolve you herein presently.
[Exit.]