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York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me, he was murder'd there.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; 0, tis a parlous boy;
Buck. Well, let them rest.
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
not he ? Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle
Catesby, And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, How he doth stand affected to our purpose ; And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
8 Perilous, dangerous.
To sit about the coronation.
soundly. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
sleep? Cate. You shall, my lord. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both.
(Exit CATESBY. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we
perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Glo. Chop off his head, man ;
- somewhat we will do: And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Whereof the king my brother was possess’d. Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's
hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kind
ness. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form.[Exeunt.
Before Lord Hastings' House.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, my lord,
[Knocking Hast. [Within.] Who knocks? Mess.
One from lord Stanley. Hast. [Within.) What 'is't o'clock? Mess. Upon the stroke of four.
Enter Hastings. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights?
Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship.
Hast. And then,
Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt
and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea
sure, If presently, you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines,
Hast. Go, fellow,'go, return unto thy lord ; Bid him not fear the separated councils : His honour, and myself, are at the one; And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance': And for his dreams I wonder, he's so fond?
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
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, Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean
the crown? Cate. Ay, my good lord. Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
shoulders, 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 for
ward Upon his party, for the gain thereof: 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, Because they have been still my
3 i. e. Gloster, who had a boar for his arms.
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious
mind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month
hence, That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy. Well, Catesby, ere 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, When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do
you, For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside. Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Fear
you the boar, and go so unprovided ? Stan. My lord, good-morrow; and good morrow,
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, I would be so triumphant as I am ? Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
London, Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure