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Catef. He for his Father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him.

Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not he?
Catef. He will do all in all as Haftings doth.

Buck. Well then, no more but this:

Go, gentle Catesby, and as it were far off
Sound thou Lord Haftings,

How he doth ftand affected to our Purpose,
And fummon him to Morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the Coronation.

If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our Reafons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou fo too, and fo break off the Talk,
And give us notice of his Inclination:
For we to Morrow hold divided Councils,
Wherein thy felf fhalt highly be employ❜d.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Adverfaries
To morrow are let Blood at Pomfret Castle,
And bid my Lord, for joy of this good News,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle Kifs the more.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this Bufinefs foundly.
Catef. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, e'er we fleep?
Catef. You fhall, my Lord.

Glo. At Crosby Houfe there you shall find us both.
Buck. Now, my Lord,

What shall we do, if we perceive

Lord Haftings will not yield to our Complots?

Glo. Chop off his Head:

Something we will determine:

[Exit Catesby.

And look when I am King, claim thou of me
The Earldom of Hereford, and all the Moveables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was poffeft.

Buck. I'll claim that promife at your Grace's Hand.
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness.
Come, let us fup betimes, that afterwards
We may digeft our Complots in fome form.

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Enter a Meffenger to the Door of Haftings.

Mef. My Lord, my Lord.

Haft. Who knocks?

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Mef. Upon the ftroak of four.

Enter Lord Haftings.

Haft.Cannot my Lord Stanly fleep thefe tedious Nights? Mef. So it appears by what I have to say:

Firft, he commends him to your noble Self.

Haft. What then?

Mef. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt the Boar had rafed off his Helm:
Befides, he fays there are two Councils kept;
And that may be determin'd at the one,

Which may make you and him to rue at th' other.
Therefore he fends to know your Lordship's pleafure,
If you will presently take Horfe with him,

And with all fpeed poft with him towards the North,
To fhun the danger that his Soul divines.

Haft. Go Fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,
Bid him not fear the feparated Council:
His Honour and my felf are at the one,
And at the other is my good Friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,
Whereof I fhall not have Intelligence:

Tell him his Fears are fhallow without inftance;
And for his Dreams, I wonder he's fo fimple
To truft the mock'ry of unquiet Slumbers.
To fly the Boar, before the Boar pursues,
Were to incenfe the Boar to follow us,
And make purfuit where he did mean no chafe.
Go, bid thy Mafter rife and come to me,
And will both together to the Tower,
Where he shall see the Boar will use us kindly.
Mef. I'll

go, my. Lord, and tell him what you fay. [Exit.

Enter

Enter Catesby.

Catef. Many good morrows to my Noble Lord.
Haft. Good morrow, Catesby, you are early Atirring;
What News, what News in this our tott'ring State ?
Catef. It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord;
And I believe will never ftand upright,

'Till Richard wear the Garland of the Realm.
Haft. How! wear the Garland?

Doft thou mean the Crown?

Catef. Ay, my good Lord.

Haft. I'll have this Crown of mine cut from my Shoulders. Before I'll fee the Crown fo foul misplac'd;

But canft thou guess that he doth aim at it?

Catef Ay, on my Life, and hopes to find you forward Upon his Party, for the gain thereof;

And thereupon he fends you this good News,
That this fame very Day our Enemies,

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The Kindred of the Queen, muft die at Pomfret.
Haft. Indeed I am no mourner for that News,
Because they have been still my Adverfaries;
But that I'll give my Voice on Richard's Side,
To bar my Mafter's Heirs in true Descent,
God knows I will not do it to the death.

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Catef. God keep your Lordship in that gracious Mind.
Haft. But I fhall laugh at this a Twelve-month hence,
That they which brought me in my Mafter's Hate,
I live to look upon their Tragedy,

Well Catesby, e'er a Fortnight make me older,
I'll fend fome packing that yet think not on't.
Catef. 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,
When Men are unprepar'd and look not for it..
Haft. Qmonftrous, monftrous! and fo falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray; and fo 'twill do
With fome Men elfe, that think themselves as fafe
As thou and I, who as thou know'ft, are dear
To Princely Richard and to Buckingham.

Catesby. The Princes both make high account of you
For they account his Head upon the Bridge.
Haft. I know they do, and I have well deferv'd it.

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Enter Lord Stanley.

Come on, come on, where is your Boar-fpear, Man?
Fear you the Boar, and go fo unprovided?

Stan. My Lord, good morrow, good morrow, Catesby;
You may jeft on, but by the holy Rood,

I do not like thefe feveral Councils, I.

Haft. My Lord, I hold my Life as dear as yours,
And never in my Days, I do protest,

Was it fo precious to me as 'tis now;

Think you, but that I know the State secure,

I would be fo triumphant as I am?

Stan. The Lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,

Were jocund, and fuppos'd their States were fure,
And they indeed had no caufe to mistrust;

But yet you fee how foon the Day o'er-cast.

The fudden ftab of Rancor I mifdoubt,

Pray God, I fay, I prove a needlefs Coward.

What, fhall we toward the Tower? the Day is spent.
Haft. Come, come, have with you:

Wot ye what, my Lord,

To day, the Lords you talk of are beheaded.

Stan. They, for their Truth, might better wear their Heads, Than fome that have accus'd them wear their Hats.

But come, my Lord, let's away.

Enter a Purfuivant.

Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good Fellow.

[Exeunt Lord Stanley and Catesby.
How now, Sirrah? how goes the World with thee?
Purf. The better, that your Lordship please to ask.
Haft. I tell thee Man, 'tis better with me now,
Than when thou met'ft me laft where now we meet :
Then was I going Prifoner to the Tower,
By the Suggestion of the Queen's Allies.
But now I tell thee, keep it to thy self,
This Day those Enemies are put to death,
And I in better State than e'er I was.

Parf. God hold it to your Honour's good Content.
Hajt. Gramercy Fellow; there drink that for me,
[Throws him his Purfe.
[Exit Purfuivant.

Purf. I thank your Honour.

Enter

Enter a Prieft.

Prieft. Well met, my Lord, I am glad to fee your Honour. Haft. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Heart, I am in your debt for your laft Exercife: Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. Prieft. I'll wait upon your Lordship.

Enter Buckingham.

Buck What, talking with a Prieft, Lord Chamberlain?
Your Friends at Pomfret, they do need the Prieft,
Your Honour hath no fhriving work in hand.

Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy Man,
The Men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

Buck. I do, my Lord, but long I cannot stay there:
I fhall return before your Lordship thence.

Haft. Nay, like enough, for I'll stay Dinner there. Buck. And Supper too, although thou know'ft it not. [Afide Come, will you go?

Haft. I'll wait upon your Lordship.

SCENE III.

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Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with Halberds, carrying the Nobles to Death at Pomfret.

Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,

To day fhalt thou behold a Subject dye

For Truth, for Duty, and for Loyalty.

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Gray. God bless the Prince from all the pack of you,
A Knot you are of damned Blood-fuckers.

Vaugh. You live that shall cry was for this hereafter.
Rat. Difpatch, the limit of your Lives is out.
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody Prifon!
Fatal and ominous to Noble Peers.

Within the guilty clofure of thy Walls

Richard the Second here was hackt to Death:
And for more flander to thy difmal Seat,
We give to thee our guiltlefs Blood to drink.

Gray. Now Margaret's Curfe is faln upon our Heads
When the exclaim'd on Haftings, you and I,
For ftanding by, when Richard ftab'd her Son,

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