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To sit about the coronation.
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers :
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he shall see, the boar 3 will use us kindly.
Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him,
Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord !
Hast. Good morrow, Catesby ; you are early Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
stirring : Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this busivess What news, what news, in this our tottering state ? soundly.
Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord ;
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean
Cate. Ay, my good lord.
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both.
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party, for the gain thereof; will do:
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,
That, this same very day, your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. Because they have been still my adversaries :
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death.
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious
mind! SCENE II. — Before Lord Hastings's House.
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month
hence, Enter a Messenger.
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, cre a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Hast. [Within.) What is't o'clock ?
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out Enter Hastings.
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? As thou, and 1; who, as thou know’st
, are dear
With some men else, who think themselves as safe
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Cate. The princes both make high account of you,--
For they account his head upon the bridge. (Aside. To-night the boar had rased off his helm :
Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd it!
Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow,
I do not like these several councils, I.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;
And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
London, And for his dreams - I wonder, he's so fond 2 Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure, 9 Separate. 1 Example. 2 Wcak. 3 1. c. Gloster, who had a loar for his arms. 4 Cross.
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
Wot 5 you
heads, what, my lord ?
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. Stan. They for their truth, might better wear their Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, curs'd she Buc heads,
ingham, Than some, that have accus’d them, wear their hats. Then curs'd she Richard: - 0, remember, God, But come, my lord, let's away.
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!
And for my sister, and her princely sons, —
Be satisfied, great God, with our true bloods, Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!
(Exeunt STANLEY and Catesby. Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate. 1 How now, sirrah, how goes the world with thee ?
Riv. Come, Grey,— come, Vaughan, - let us here Purs. The better that your lordship please to ask.
embrace: Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. (Exeunt. Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet : Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
SCENE IV. - London. A Room in the Tower. By the suggestion of the queen's allies; But now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,)
BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop OF This day those enemies are put to death,
ELY, CATESBY, Lovel, and others, sitting at a And I in better state than e'er I was.
Table : Officers of the Council attending. Purs. Heaven hold it, to your honour's good Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met content!
Is - to determine of the coronation : Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for In God's name speak, when is the royal day?
[Throwing him his Purse. Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? Purs. I thank your honour. [Erit Pursuivant. Stnn. They are ; and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day. Enter a Priest.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein? Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your Who is most inward 8 with the noble duke ? honour.
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my
his mind. heart.
Buck. We know each other's faces; for our hearts,I am in your debt for your last exercise ;
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine:
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamber- But, for his purpose in the coronation, lain?
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ; His gracious pleasure any way therein : Your honour hath no shriving 6 work in hand. But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, The men you talk of came into my mind.
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
(Aside. My absence doth neglect no great design, Come, will you go?
Which by my presence might have been concluded. Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt. Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord,
William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part, SCENE III. - Pomfret. Before the Castle. I mean, your voice, for crowning of the king.
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be Enter RATCLIFF, unrth a Guard, conducting RIVERS,
bolder; Grey, and Vaughan, lo Execution.
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff let me tell thee this, - I saw good strawberries in your garden there; To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,
I do beseech you, send for some of them. For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
[Erit Ely. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here- Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. after.
[Takes him aside. Rat. Despatch ; the limit of your lives is out. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business;
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret ! O thou bloody prison, And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
That he will lose his head, ere give consent,
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
[Ereunt Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. Lov. Come, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to exTo-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden ;
claim. For I myself am not so well provided,
Hast. O, bloody Richard ! -miserable England ! As else I would be were the day prolong'd. I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. For these strawberries.
[Ereunt. Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this
SCENE V. - The Tower Walls. morning; There's some conceit 9 or other likes him well,
Enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM, in rusty Armour, When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.
marvellous ill-favour'd. I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;
Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change For by his face straight shall ye know his heart.
thy colour ? Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
Murder thy breath in middle of a word, By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
And then again begin, and stop again, Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is of- As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror ? fended;
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Intending' deep suspicion : ghastly looks Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, Are at my service, like enforced smiles ; That do conspire my death with devilish plots
And both are ready in their offices, Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailid
At any time, to grace my stratagems. Upon my body with their hellish charms ?
But what, is Catesby gone ? Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. Makes me most forward
this noble presence To doom the offenders : Whosoe'er they be,
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby. I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. - Lord Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
mayor, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there. Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
Hark, hark ! a drum. And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
you, Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. lord,
Buck. Heaven and our innocence defend and Glo. If! thou protector of this wanton strumpet,
guard us ! Talk'st thou to me of ifs? - Thou art a traitor :Off with his head : - now, by saint Paul I swear,
Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with Hastings's Head. I will not dine until I see the same. —
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done ;
Lovel. The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, (Exeunt Council, with GLOSTER and The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. BUCKINGHAM.
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; I took him for the plainest harmless't creature, For I, too fond, might have prevented this : That breath'd upon the earth a Christian; Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm; Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly,
The history of all her secret thoughts : Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, That, his apparent open guilt omitted, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
his conversation with Shore's wife, – O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. I now repent I told the pursuivant,
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st sbelter'd As too triumphing, how mine enemies
traitor To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
That ever liv’d. — Look you, my lord mayor, And I myself secure in grace and favour.
Would you imagine, or almost believe, O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse (Wer't not, that by great preservation Is lighted
on poor Hastings' wretched head. We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at This day had plotted in the council-house dinner;
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster ? Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. May. What! had he so ?
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, Glo. What ! think you we are Turks, or infidels? Which we more hunt for than the grace of Heaven, Or that we would, against the form of law, 9 Thought
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death ;
And to give notice, that no manner of person
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. (Evil.
SCENE VI. A Street.
Enter a Scrivener. And your good graces both have well proceeded,
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me; Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented :
The precedent? was full as long a doing : Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
And yet within these five hours Hastings lir'd,
Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who so bold, but says — he sees it not ? Misconstruo us in him, and wail his death.
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. serve,
(Ent. As well as I had seen, and heard him speak :
SCENE VII. Court of Baynard's Castle.
Enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM, mecting.
Glo. How now, low now? what say the citizens?
Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil-
dren? Yet witness what you hear we did intend;
Buck. I did; with his contráct with lady Lucy, And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.
And his contráct by deputy in France :
[Erit Lord Mayor. The insatiate greediness of his desires,
As being got, your father then in France ;
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
Being the right idea of your father,
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
And, when my oratory grew to an end,
Cry - God save Richard, England's royal king!
Glo. And did they so? My princely father, then had wars in France; Buck. No, so Heaven help me, they spake not a And, by just computation of the time, Found, that the issue was not his begot ;
But like dumb statues, or breathless stones, Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Being nothing like the noble duke my father : Which when I saw I reprehended them; Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off ;
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence: Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
His answer was,
- the people were not usd Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator, | To be spoke to, but by the recorder. As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again : Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd; Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own, Where you shall find me well accompanied, At lower end o'the hall, hurl'd up their caps, With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard !
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, And thus I took the vantage of those few,Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
(Eril BUCKINGHAM. This general applause, and cheerful shout, Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : Go thou (To Cat.) to friar Penker;— bid them both And even here brake off and came away. Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; Would [Exeunt Lovel and Catesby.
they not speak ? Now will I in, to take some privy order
Will not the mayor then, and his brethen, come? To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
Buck. The mayor is here at hand: intend 3 some And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
True ornaments to know a holy man. -
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology ;
Who, earnest in the service of my God, No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Neglect the visitation of my friends. Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor Bu', leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? knocks. [Erit GlosTER. Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth Heaven
above, Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here;
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, I think the duke will not be spoke withal.
That seems disgracious in the city's eye;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. Enter, from the Castle, CatESBY.
Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request ?
your grace, Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, On our entreaties to amend your fault ! To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a christian land? He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign Divinely bent to meditation ;.
The supreme seat, the throne majestical, And in no worldly suit would he mov'd,
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, No less importing than our general good,
(Which here we waken to our country's good,) Are come to have some conference with his grace.
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy, [Erit.
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an
And almost shoulder'd 5 in the swallowing gulf Edward!
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. He is not lolling on a wanton bed,
Which to recure 6, we heartily solicit But on his knees at meditation ;
Your gracious self to take on you the charge Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
And kingly government of this your land : But meditating with two deep divines;
Not as protector, steward, substitute, Not sleeping, to engross 4 his idle body,
Or lowly factor for another's gain : But praying, to enrich his watchful soul :
But as successively, from blood to blood, Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Your right of birth, your empery 7, your own. Take on himself the sovereignty thereof :
For this, consorted with the citizens,
In this just suit come I to move your grace. Buck. I fear, he will ; Here Catesby comes Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, again;
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree, or your condition :
If, not to answer, —
you might haply think, Now, Catesby, what says his grace ?
Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
Which fondly you would here impose on me; His grace not being warn'd thereof before,
If to reprove you for this suit of yours, He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. Suspect me, that I mean no good to him :
Therefore - - to speak, and to avoid the first ; By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; And, then in speaking, not to incur the last, And so once more return and tell his
Definitively thus I answer you.
(Exit CATESBY. Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert When holy and devout religious men
Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
So mighty, and so many my defects, May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two That I would rather hide me from my greatness, clergymen!
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, To stay him from the fall of vanity:
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. 4 Fatten,
5 Thrust into.
6 Recover. 7 Empire