Richard is two-faced as he plots the demise of both his brother and his father, the King.
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RICHARD: Brother, farewell.
I will unto the King.
Meantime, this deep disgrace Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
GEORGE: I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
RICHARD: Well, your imprisonment will not be long Meantime, be patient.
GEORGE: I must perforce.
Farewell.
RICHARD: Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return.
Simple, plain Clarence!
I do love thee so, That shortly I will send thy soul to heaven.
RICHARD: Good time of day to you Lord Chamberlain, What news?
HASTINGS: The King is sickly, weak and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily.
He broke the feast and has retired to bed.
RICHARD: O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consum'd his royal person: Where is he, in his bed?
HASTINGS: He is.
RICHARD: Go you before, and I will follow you.
RICHARD: He cannot live, I hope, and must not die Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to Heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Dear George hath not another day to live.