Boling. Whither?[1618]
K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights.[1618][1693]315
Boling. Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.[1618]
K. Rich. O, good! convey? conveyers are you all,[1618][1694][1695]
That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.[1694][1696]
[Exeunt King Richard, some Lords, and a Guard.
Boling. On Wednesday next we solemnly set down[1697]
Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.[1697]320
[Exeunt all except the Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster, and Aumerle.[1698]
Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld.[1699]
Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn[1700]
Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot
To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?325