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Too ceremonious, and traditional:
Glo. He may command me as my sovereign,
power o'er me as a kinsman.
York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
York. Ó! then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts :
In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glo. What! would you have my weapon, little lord ?
may. [Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Glo. How?
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me.-
Because that I am little, like an ape,
Buck. With what a sharply pointed wit he reasons :
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My lord, will't please your grace to pass along?
York. What! will you go unto the Tower, my
lord ? Even to the general all-ending day.
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
[ Aside. Glo. Why, what should you fear?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost :
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.
But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
(A sennet. Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Cardinal, and Attendants.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Glo. No doubt, no doubt. O! 'tis a perilous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable :
[Aside. Buck. Well, let them rest.—Come hither, Catesby.
Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon
way :Prince. Richard of York! how fares our noble What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter brother?
To make William lord Hastings of our mind,
That he will not be won to aught against him.
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
Buck. Well then, no more but this. Go, gentle
How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
To sit about the coronation.
Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.
Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord !
Hast. Good morrow, Catesby: you are early stirring.
What news, what news, in this our tottering state ?
Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
And, I believe, will never stand upright,
Hast. How? wear the garland ! dost thou mean the
Cate. Ay, my good lord.
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
Upon his party for the gain thereof:
[Exit Catesby. That this same very day your enemies,
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. That they which brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so 'tu ill do
With some men else, who think themselves as safe
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Cate. The princes both make high account of you;
Hast. I know they do, and I have well deserv'd it.
Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
Stan. My lord, good morrow:-- good morrow,
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
And never, in iny days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now.
I would be so triumphant as I am ?
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
London, His honour and myself are at the one,
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, And at the other is my good friend Catesby; And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast.
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt:
Hast. Come, come, have with you.--Wot you what,
To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded.
heads, And we will both together to the Tower,
Than some that have accus'd them wear their hats. Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. But come, my lord, let's away.
my lord ?
Enter a Pursuivant.
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Tower. Hast. Go on before ; I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt Stanley and Catesby.
Buckingham, STANLEY, Hastings, the Bishop of Ely, How now, sirrah ! how goes the world with thee?
Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a Table : Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask.
Officers of the Council attending. Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met Than when thou met'st me last, where now we meet: Is to determine of the coronation : Then, was I going prisoner to the Tower,
In God's name, speak, when is this royal day? By the suggestion of the queen's allies ;
Buck. Are all things ready for the royal time? But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)
Stan. They are ; and want but nomination. This day those enemies are put to death,
Ely. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day. And I in better state than ere I was.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein ? Purs. God hold it to your honour's good content. Who is most inward with the noble duke? Hast. Gramercy, fellow. There, drink that for me. Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his
[Throwing his Purse. mind. Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. Buck. We know each other's faces; for our hearts, Enter a Priest.
He knows no more of mine, than 1 of yours; Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour. Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine. Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. heart.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; I'm in your debt for your last exercise ;
But for his purpose in the coronation,
His gracious pleasure any way therein :
But you, my honourable lords, may name the time;
Enter Gloster. Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Ely. In happy time here comes the duke himself. The men you talk of came into my mind.
Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow. What, go you toward the Tower?
I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust, Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there : My absence doth neglect no great design, I shall return before your lordship thence.
Which by my presence might have been concluded. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,
[Aside. I mean, your voice, for crowning of the king. Come, will you go?
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. bolder: SCENE III.-Pomfret. Before the Castle.
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. Enter Ratcliff, with a Guard, conducting Rivers,
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
I do beseech you, send for some of them.
Érit ELY. For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Grey. God bless the prince from all the pack of you ! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here- And finds the testy gentleman so hot, after.
That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Rat. Despatch! the limit of your lives is out. His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O, thou bloody prison, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Fatal and ominous to noble peers !
Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile; I'll go Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
[Exeunt Gloster and BuckingHAM. Richard the Second here was hack'd to death :
Slan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.
For I myself am not so well provided, Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our As else I would
be, were the day prolong'd. heads,
Re-enter Bishop of Ely. When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and me, Ely. Where is my lord, the duke of Gloster? For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son. I have sent for these strawberries. Riv. Then curs'd she Richard, then curs'd she Buck- Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this ingham,
morning: Then curs'd she Hastings.—0, remember, God, There's some conceit or other likes him well, To hear her prayer for them, as now for us !
When that he bids good morrow with such spirit
. And for my sister, and her princely sons,
I think, there's never a man in Christendom Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he ; Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt. For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Rat. Make haste : the hour of death is expiate. Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, Riv. Come, Grey,—come, Vaughan ;-let us here By any livelihood he show'd to-day?
embrace : Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; [Exeunt. For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
[Taking him aside.
with you. Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM.
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby.
Glo. Look to the drawbridge there !
Hark! a drum.
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Buck. God and our innocency defend and guard us !
Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' Head, on Glo. Then, be your eyes the witness of their evil.
a Spear. Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold mine arm
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Lovel. Is like a blasted sapling wither'd up:
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. I took him for the plainest harmless creature,
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord, — That breath'd upon the earth a Christian;
Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?- Thou art a traitor :- The history of all her secret thoughts : Off with his head !--now, by Saint Paul I swear, So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, I will not dine until I see the same.
That, his apparent open guilt omitted, Lovel, and Ratcliff, look that it be done :
I mean his conversation with Shore's wife, The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me.
He liv'd from all attainder of suspects. [Exeunt Council, with Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd Hast. Woe, woe, for England ! not a whit for me;
traitor For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
That ever liv'd.--
Were't not that by great preservation
This day had plotted, in the council house, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? 0! now I need the priest that spake to me:
May. Had he done so? I now repent I told the pursuivant,
Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels ? As too triumphing, how mine enemies,
Or that we would, against the form of law, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, And I myself secure in grace and favour.
But that the extreme peril of the case, 0, Margaret, Margaret! now thy heavy curse The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Enforc'd us to this execution ? Rat. Come, come ; despatch, the duke would be at May. Now, fair befal you! he deserv’d his death ; dinner:
And your good graces both have well proceeded, Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head. To warn false traitors from the like attempts. Hast. O, momentary grace of mortal men,
Buck. I never look'd for better at his hands,
Until your lordship came to see his end,
Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Something against our meanings, hath prevented : Lov. Come, come, despatch : 'tis bootless to exclaim. Because, my lord, I would have had
hear Hast. O, bloody Richard !-miserable England ! The traitor speak, and timorously confess I prophesy the fearfull'st time to thee,
The manner and the purpose of his treasons ;
That you might well have signified the same
SCENE V.-The Same. The Tower Walls. May. But, my good lord, your grace's words shall
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, And then again begin, and stop again,
To avoid the censures of the carping world. As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror? Buck. But since you come too late of our intent,
Buck. Tut! I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Yet witness what you hear we did intend : Speak and look back, and pry on every side, And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
[Exit Lord Mayor. Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham. Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post : And both are ready in their offices,
There, at your meetest vantage of the time, At any time to grace my stratagems.
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen,
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Both in your form and nobleness of mind :
all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility ;
Untouch'd, or slightly handled in discourse :
And, when my oratory drew toward end,
I bade them that did love their country's good,
-“ God save Richard, England's royal king!"
Glo. And did they so?
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
But, like dumb statues, or breathing stones,
Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, 1 reprehended them,
His answer was, the people were not us’d
Buck. Doubt not, my lord, I'll play the orator, Then, he was urg'd to tell my tale again :-
“ Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;"
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
At lower end of the hall,
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, And thus I took the vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends," quoth I;
[Exit Buckingham." This general applause, and cheerful shout,
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they ! would they
Will not the mayor, then, and his brethren, come?
Buck. The mayor is here at hand. Intend some fear;
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord ;
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
And be not easily won to our requests;
Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them,
As I can say nay to thee for myself,
No doubt we bring it to a happy issue. [Knocking heard.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads! the lord mayor
Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.
Welcome, my lord : I dance attendance here;
Enter from the Castle, Catesby.
Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my 'noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow, or next day.
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke:
Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen,
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, Are come to have some conference with his grace.
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. [Exit.
Buck. Ah, ha! my lord, this prince is not an Edward :
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines ;
Not sleeping to engross his idle body,
But praying to enrich his watchful soul.
Take on his grace the sovereignty thereof;
But sore I fear, we shall not win him to it.