Sound a sennet. Enter RICHARD in pomp; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, RATCLIFFE, LOVELL, a page, and others
Stand all apart. —Cousin of Buckingham.
Others move aside
My gracious sovereign.
Give me thy hand.
Here he ascendeth the throne. Sound trumpets
Thus high, by thy advice
5And thy assistance is King Richard seated.
But shall we wear these glories for a day,
Or shall they last and we rejoice in them?
Still live they, and forever let them last.
Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
10To try if thou be current gold indeed.
Young Edward lives; think now what I would speak.
Say on, my loving lord.
Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king,
Why so you are, my thrice-renownèd lord.
15Ha! Am I king? 'Tis so—but Edward lives.
True, noble prince.