Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me:

fhoulders.

Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me:
Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks, that you should bear me on your
Buck. With what a fharp-provided wit he reafons!
To mitigate the fcorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts him felf;
So cunning, and fo young, is wonderful.
Glee My Lord, will't pleafe you pass along?
Myfelf, and my good coufin Buckingham
Will to your mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.

York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Lorde
Prince. My Lord Protector needs will have it fo.
York. I fhall not sleep in quiet at the Tower,
Glo. Why, what fhould you fear?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghoft :
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there,
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. But come, my Lord, and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

[Exeunt Prince, York, Haftings and Dorfet. Manent Glocefter, Buckingham and Catesby. Buck. Think you, my Lord, this little prating York Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother,

To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobrioufly?

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: oh, 'tis a per'lous boy, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;

He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.

Buck. Well, let them reft: come, Catesby, thou art fworn As deeply to effect what we intend,

As clofely to conceal what we impart :

Thou know'ft our reafons urg'd upon the way;
What think'ft thou? is it not an easy matter
To make Lord William Haftings of our mind,
For the inftalment of this noble Duke
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Catef. He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to aught against him.

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

Buck. Well then, no more than this: go, gentle Catesby,
And, as it were far off, found thou lord Haftings,
How he doth ftand affected to our purpose;
And fummon him to-morrow to the Torver,
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 thyfelf fhalt highly be employ'd.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catefty,
His ancient knot of dangerous adverfaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-caftle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give miftrefs Shore one gentle kifs the more.

Buck. Gord Catefly, go, effect this bufinefs foundly. Catef. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catefby, ere we fleep? Catef. You fhall, my Lord.

Glo. At Cry place, there you fhall find us both. [Exit Catelby. Buck. My Lord, what fhall we do, if we perceive, Lord Haftings will not yield to our complots?

Glo. Chop off his head, man; fomewhat we will do; And look, when I am King, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables Whereof the King, my brother, flood 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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SCENE,

SCENE, before Lord Haflings's Houfe.

Enter a Meffenger to the door of Haftings.

Me.M Hap. (within.) Who knocks

Y Lord, my Lord,ly sh

Mef. One from Lord Stanley.
Haft. What is't o'clock?
Mef. Upon the stroke of four.

Enter Lord Haftings.

Haft. Cannot thy mafter fleep thefe tedious night
Mef. So it appears, by what I have to fay:
First, he commends him to your noble self.
Haft. What then?

Mef. Then certifies your Lordship, that this night
He dreamt, the boar had raifed off his helm :
Befides, he says, there are two councils held;
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 pleasure, If you will presently take horfe with him,

And with all speed poft with him tow'rds the north;
To fhun the danger that his foul divines.

Haft. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,
Bid him not fear the feparated 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 fhall not have intelligence:

Tell him, his fears are fhallow, wanting inflance';
And for his dreams, I wonder, he's fo fond
To truft the mock'ry of unquiet flumbers.
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incenfe the boar to follow us;
And make purfuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy mafter rife and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower,

Where, he fhall fee, the boar will ufe us kindly.
Mef. I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you say. [Exit.

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Enter Catesby.

Catef. Many good-morrows to my noble Lord! Haft. Good-morrow, Catesby, you are early ftirring: What news, what news, in this our tott'ring ftate ? Catef. It is a reeling world, indeed, my Lord; And, I believe, will never stand upright,

Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

Haft. How! wear the garland? doft thou mean the crown? Caref. Ay, my good Lord.

Haft. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my fhoulders, Before I'll fee the crown fo foul misplac'd.

But canft thou guefs, 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 your enemies,

The kindred of the Queen, mult die at Pomfret.
Haft. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been ftill my adversaries;
But that I'll give my voice on Richard's fide,
To bar my master's heirs in true defcent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

Catef. God keep your Lordship in that gracious mind!
Haft. But I fhall 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 fend fome packing that yet think not on't.
Calef Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious Lord,
When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.

Haft. O monstrous, monstrous! and fo falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray; and fo 'twill do
With fome men elfe, who think themselves as safe
As thou and I; who, as thou know'ft, are dear
To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

Catef. The Princes both make high account of youFor they account his head upon the bridge. [Afide. Haft. I know, they do; and I have well deferv'd it.

Enter

Enter Lord Stanley.

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

[Catesby; Stan. My Lord. good-morrow; and, good-morrow, 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 you do yours, And never in my days, I do proteft,

Was it fo precious to me as 'tis now ;

Think you, but that I know our ftate fecure,

I would be fo triumphant as I am?

Stan. The Lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, Were jocund, and fuppos'd, their fates were fure; And they, indeed, had no cause to miftruft; But yet, you fee, how foon the day o'er-caff. This fudden ftab of rancor I mifdoubt; Pray God, I fay, I prove a needlefs coward! What, fhall we tow'rd the Tower? the day is fpent. Haft. Come,come, have with you: wot yewhat, my Lord? To-day the Lords, you talk of, are beheaded.

Stan.They, for their truth, might betterwear theirheads, Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. But come, my Lord, away.

Enter a Purfuivant.

Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt Lord Stanley and Cateföy. Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee? Purf. The better, that your Lordship please to afk. 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 fuggeftion of the Queen's allies. But now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,) This day thofe enemies are put do death; And I in better ftate, than e'er I was.

Purf. God hold it to your Honour's good content.! Haft. Gramercy, fellow; there, drink that for me. [Throws him his purse.

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