[♦] K. Rich. Give me thy hand. [Here he ascendeth his throne.] Thus high, by thy advice
And thy assistance, is king Richard seated:
[5] But shall we wear these honours for a day?
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
[♦] Buck. Still live they and for ever may they last!
[♦] K. Rich. O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed:
[10] Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.
[♦] Buck. Say on, my loving lord.
K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king.