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CATESBY. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!

HASTINGS. But I shall laugh at this a twelve month hence,
That they which 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.
CATESBY. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,

When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.
HASTINGS. O monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out

With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so 'twill do
With some men else that think themselves as safe

As thou and I, who, as thou knowest, are dear
To princely" target="_blank" title="a.王候般的;高贵的">princely Richard and to Buckingham.

CATESBY. The Princes both make high account of you-
[Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.

HASTINGS. I know they do, and I have well deserv'd it.
Enter LORD STANLEY

Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?

STANLEY. My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby.
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,

I do not like these several councils, I.
HASTINGS. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours,

And never in my days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now.

Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?

STANLEY. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
London,

Were jocund and suppos'd their states were sure,
And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;

But yet you see how soon the day o'ercast.
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;

Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.
What, shall we toward the Tower? The day is spent.

HASTINGS. Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my
Lord?

To-day the lords you talk'd of are beheaded.
STANLEY. They, for their truth, might better wear their

heads
Than some that have accus'd them wear their hats.

But come, my lord, let's away.
Enter HASTINGS, a pursuivant

HASTINGS. Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY

How now, Hastings! How goes the world with thee?
PURSUIVANT. The better that your lordship please to ask.

HASTINGS. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now
Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet:

Then was I going prisoner to the Tower
By the suggestion of the Queen's allies;

But now, I tell thee-keep it to thyself-
This day those enernies are put to death,

And I in better state than e'er I was.
PURSUIVANT. God hold it, to your honour's good content!

HASTINGS. Gramercy, Hastings; there, drink that for me.
[Throws him his purse]

PURSUIVANT. I thank your honour. Exit
Enter a PRIEST

PRIEST. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.

I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.

[He whispers in his ear]
PRIEST. I'll wait upon your lordship.

Enter BUCKINGHAM
BUCKINGHAM. What, talking with a priest, Lord

Chamberlain!
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest:

Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
HASTINGS. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,

The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

BUCKINGHAM. I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there;
I shall return before your lordship thence.

HASTINGS. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCKINGHAM. [Aside] And supper too, although thou

knowest it not.-
Come, will you go?

HASTINGS. I'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt
ACT3|SC3

SCENE 3.
Pomfret Castle

Enter SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF, with halberds,
carrying the Nobles, RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN,

to death
RIVERS. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:

To-day shalt thou behold a subject die
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

GREY. God bless the Prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

VAUGHAN. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
RATCLIFF. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

RIVERS. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!

Within the guilty closure of thy walls
RICHARD the Second here was hack'd to death;

And for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

GREY. Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,

For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
RIVERS. Then curs'd she Richard, then curs'd she

Buckingham,
Then curs'd she Hastings. O, remember, God,

To hear her prayer for them, as now for us!
And for my sister, and her princely" target="_blank" title="a.王候般的;高贵的">princely sons,

Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.

RATCLIFF. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
RIVERS. Come, Grey; come, Vaughan; let us here embrace.

Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. Exeunt
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SCENE 4
London. The Tower

Enter BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP
of ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, with others and seat

themselves at a table
HASTINGS. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met

Is to determine of the coronation.
In God's name speak-when is the royal day?

BUCKINGHAM. Is all things ready for the royal time?
DERBY. It is, and wants but nomination.

BISHOP OF ELY. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.
BUCKINGHAM. Who knows the Lord Protector's mind

herein?
Who is most inward with the noble Duke?

BISHOP OF ELY. Your Grace, we think, should soonest know
his mind.

BUCKINGHAM. We know each other's faces; for our hearts,
He knows no more of mine than I of yours;

Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

HASTINGS. I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well;
But for his purpose in the coronation

I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein.

But you, my honourable lords, may name the time;
And in the Duke's behalf I'll give my voice,

Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Enter GLOUCESTER

BISHOP OF ELY. In happy time, here comes the Duke himself.
GLOUCESTER. My noble lords and cousins an, good morrow.

I have been long a sleeper, but I trust
My absence doth neglect no great design

Which by my presence might have been concluded.
BUCKINGHAM. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord,

WILLIAM Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part-
I mean, your voice for crowning of the King.

GLOUCESTER. Than my Lord Hastings no man might be
bolder;

His lordship knows me well and loves me well.
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.

BISHOP of ELY. Marry and will, my lord, with all my heart.
Exit

GLOUCESTER. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[Takes him aside]

Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
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,

Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
BUCKINGHAM. Withdraw yourself awhile; I'll go with you.

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM
DERBY. We have not yet set down this day of triumph.

To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
For I myself am not so well provided

As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter the BISHOP OF ELY

BISHOP OF ELY. Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester?
I have sent for these strawberries.

HASTINGS. His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth this
morning;

There's some conceit or other likes him well
When that he bids good morrow with such spirit.

I think there's never a man in Christendom
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he;

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
DERBY. What of his heart perceive you in his face

By any livelihood he show'd to-day?
HASTINGS. Marry, that with no man here he is offended;

For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
Re-enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM

GLOUCESTER. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots

Of damnedwitchcraft, and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?

HASTINGS. The tender love I bear your Grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this princely" target="_blank" title="a.王候般的;高贵的">princely presence

To doom th' offenders, whosoe'er they be.
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

GLOUCESTER. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm

Is like a blasted sapling wither'd up.
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,

Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

HASTINGS. If they have done this deed, my noble lord-
GLOUCESTER. If?-thou protector of this damned strumpet,



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