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Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Glo. A greater gift than that I ll give my cousin.
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Hast. I go, my lord.
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
may. (Exeunt Cardinal and HastinGS. Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self.
lord ? If I may counsel you, some day or two,
York. I would, that I might thank you as you Your highness shall repose you at the Tower : Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit Glo. How? For your best health and recreation.
York. Little. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Because that I am little, like an ape, Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; He thinks that you should bear me on yourshoulders Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Even to the general all-ending day.
He prettily and aptly taunts himself : Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. long.
(Aside. Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass Prince. What say you, uncle?
along? Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Will to your mother; to entreat of her, I one word
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my With what his valour did enrich his wit,
lord ? His wit set down to make his valour live:
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ; Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
Prince. I fear no uncles dead. I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Glo. Short summers lightlys have a forward But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, spring
[Aside. Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower,
[Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, Hastings, Cardinal, Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.
and Allendants. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York of York.
Was not incensed 7 by his subtle mother, Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? brother?
Glo. No doubt, do doubt ; 0, 'tis a parlous boy; York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable 8 ;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is yours; Buck. Well, let them rest. — Too late 6 he died, that might have kept that title, Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Which by his death hath lost much majesty. As deeply to effect what we intend,
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? As closely to conceal what we impart:
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way; You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth : What think'st thou, is it not an easy matter The prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far. To make William lord Hastings of our mind, Glo. He hath, my lord.
For the instalment of this noble duke York.
And therefore is he idle? In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. That he will not be won to aught against him.
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
not he? York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Cate. He will do all all as Hastings doth. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle Prince. A beggar, brother?
Catesby. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
How he doth stand affected to our purpose ;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
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. Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; And give us notice of his inclination :
And we will both together to the Tower, For we to-morrow hold divided 9 councils,
Where, he shall see, the boars will use us kindly. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
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 ! And bid my friend for joy of this good news,
Hast. Good morrow, Catesby ; you are early Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
stirring : Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business What news, what news, in this our tottering state ? soundly.
Cale. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord ; Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed And, I believe, will never stand upright,
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean
the crown? sleep? Cate. You shall, my lord.
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. [Erit CaresBY.
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ?
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward Glo. Chop off his head, man: - somewhat we
Upon his party, for the gain thereof; will do:
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news, And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
That, this same very day, your enemies, The earldom of Hereford, and all the movables
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.
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 : Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kind- But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
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
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month SCENE II. — Before Lord Hastings's House.
hence, Enter a Messenger.
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy. Mess. My lord, my lord, - [Knocking. Well
, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Hast. [Within.] Who knocks? Mess. One from lord Stanley.
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 Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First he commends him to your noble lordship.
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Hast. And then,
Cate. The princes both make high account of you,Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt
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! Besides, he says, there are two councils held ;
Enter STANLEY. And that may be determind at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s plea- Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? sure,
Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, If presently, you will take horse with him,
I do not like these several councils, I.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; Bid him not fear the separated councils :
And never, in my life, I do protest, His lionour, and myself, are at the one;
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby ;
Think you, but that I know our state secure, Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, I would be so triumphant as I am ? Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Tell him, bis fears are shallow, wanting instance ? :
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.
- Wot you
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
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 Buckheads,
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. 7 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. (Ereunt. 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 op 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. [Exit Pursuivant. Stan. 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. Weknow each other's faces; forour hearts, 1 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 1, 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,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke bimself. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow; Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
[Aside. My absence doth neglect no great design, Come, will you go?
Which by my presence might have been concluded. Hast. l'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, with a Guard, conducting RIVERS,
bolder; GREY, and Vaughan, to 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!
[Exit 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 gire consent,
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
(Exeunt 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 ex. To-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.
[Exeunt. 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 ang 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 prevail'd
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 in this noble presence
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby. To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord I say, my lord, they have deserved death. 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:
Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with Hastings's Head. Off with his head : - now, by saint Paul I swear, 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. I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, 0, 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 shelter'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, 0, 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, Thought.
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
And to give notice, that no manner of person But that the extreme peril of the case,
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. (Exit. The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Enforc'd us to this execution ?
SCENE VI. - A Street. May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death;
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.
Hastings; I never look'd for better at his hands,
Which in a set hand fairly is engrossid, After he once fell in with mistress Shore. Buck. Yet had we not determin’d he should die, And mark how well the sequel hangs together:
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. Until your lordship came to see his end ;
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 livid, The traitor speak, and timorously confess
Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty. The manner and the purpose of his treasons ;
Here's a good world the while!- Who is so gross, That you might well have signified the same
That cannot see this palpable device? Unto the citizens, who, haply, may
Yet who so bold, but says - he sees it not? Misconstrue 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,
(Erit. As well as I had seen, and heard him speak :
SCENE VII. And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
Court of Baynard's Castle. But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
Enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM, meeting. With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens? Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, Buck. The citizens are mum, say not a word. To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chilBuck. But since you came too late of our intent,
dren? Yet witness what you hear we did intend ;
Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy, And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.
And his contráct by deputy in France :
[Exit Lord Mayor. The insatiate greediness of his desires, Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham. And his enforcement of the city wives; The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post :
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, – There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
As being got, your father then in France ; Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
And his resemblance, being not like the duke. Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Withal, I did infer your lineaments, Only for saying – he would make his son
Being the right idea of your father, Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind : Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Laid open all your victories in Scotland, Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, And restless appetite in change of lust;
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, wives, Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Even where his raging eye, or savage heart, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. Without controul, listed to make his prey.
And, when my oratory grew to an end, Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person : I bade them, that did love their country's good, Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Cry - God save Richard, England's royal king! Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
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,
word; 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 us'd 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. castle ;
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;
(Erit Buckingham. This general applause, and cheerful shout, Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard :
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;
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