Richard III by William Shakespeare
Act 4 - Scene 2
London. The palace.
Sir William Catesby : [Aside to a stander by]
[p]The king is angry: see, he bites the lip.
Page : My lord?
Page : My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,
[p]Whose humble means match
not his haughty mind:
[p]Gold were as good as twenty orators,
[p]And
will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
Page : His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.
Sir William Catesby : My lord?
Sir James Tyrrel : James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
Sir James Tyrrel : Prove me, my gracious sovereign.
Sir James Tyrrel : Ay, my lord;
[p]But I had rather kill two enemies.
Sir James Tyrrel : Let me have open means to come to them,
[p]And soon I'll rid you from
the fear of them.
Sir James Tyrrel : 'Tis done, my gracious lord.
Sir James Tyrrel : Ye shall, my Lord.
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