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Wednesday, January 10, 2018
blooddoggy
SCENE m.—The same.
Enter Tyrrel
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody deed is done,
The most arch act of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this ruthless piece of butchery,
Although they were flesh 'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
Wept like two children in their deaths' sad stories.
' Lo, thus, ' quoth Dighton ,' lay those tender babes : ' •
'Thus, thus,' quoth Forrest, 'girdling one another
Within their innocent alabaster arms :
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay ;
Which once.' quoth Forrest, '
almost changed my mind;
But Ol the devil '—there the villain stopp'd;
Whilst Dighton thus told on : ' We smothered
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That from the prime creation e'er she framed.'
Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse ;
They could not speak ; and so I left them both,
To bring this tidings to the bloody king. .
And here he comes.
(Enter King Richard.)
Shakespear, Tragedy of Richard III
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