TYRREL.
Prove me, my gracious lord.
KING RICHARD.
Dar’st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
TYRREL.
Please you. But I had rather kill two enemies.
KING RICHARD.
Why then thou hast it; two deep enemies,
Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep’s disturbers,
Are they that I would have thee deal upon.
Tyrell, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
TYRREL.
Let me have open means to come to them,
And soon I’ll rid you from the fear of them.
KING RICHARD.
Thou sing’st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel.
Go, by this token. Rise, and lend thine ear.
[Whispers.] There is no more but so. Say it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
TYRREL.
I will dispatch it straight.
[Exit.]
Enter Buckingham.
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord, I have considered in my mind
The late request that you did sound me in.