KING RICHARD.
Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
BUCKINGHAM.
I hear the news, my lord.
KING RICHARD.
Stanley, he is your wife’s son. Well, look unto it.
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise,
For which your honour and your faith is pawned:
Th’ earldom of Hereford, and the movables
Which you have promised I shall possess.
KING RICHARD.
Stanley, look to your wife. If she convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
BUCKINGHAM.
What says your Highness to my just request?
KING RICHARD.
I do remember me, Henry the Sixth
Did prophesy that Richmond should be King,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
A king perhaps—
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord—
KING RICHARD.
How chance the prophet could not at that time
Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord, your promise for the earldom—