Purf. I thank your Honour, Enter à Prieft. Prieft. Well met, my Lord, I'm glad to fee your Honour. Haft. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart; I'm in your debt for your last exercife: Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. THe whispers. Buck. What, talking with a priest, Lord Chamberlain?" Your friends at Pomfret they do need the priest, Your Honour hath no fhriving work in hand. Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The men, you talk of, came into my mind. What, go you tow'rd the Tower ? Buck. I do, my Lord, but long I shall not stay : hall return before your Lordship thence. Haft. Nay, like enough, for I ftay dinner there. Buck. And fupper too, altho' thou know't it not. [Afide.. Come, will you go? Haft. I'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt.. SCENE changes to Pomfret-Caftle.. Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying Lord Rivers, Lord Richard Gray, and Sir Thomas Vaughan to Death. Rat. Ome, bring forth the prifoners. Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this. To-day fhalt thou behold a fubject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. Gray. God keep the Prince from all the pack of A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. you Vaugh. You live, that fhall cry woe for this hereafter. Rat. Difpatch; the limit of your lives is out. (13) Riv. (13) Vaugh. "You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.] These two lines Mr, Pope has thought fit to fupprefs in his editions, for what reafon I can't pretend to fay; tho' they have the authority both of the old Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble Peers! Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the fecond, here, was hack'd to death: Gray. Now Margret's cu fe is fall'n upon our heads, Riv. Then curs'd fhe Richard, curs'd fhe Buckingham, Be fatisfy'd, dear God, with our true blood; SCENE, The Tower. Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, Bishop of Ely, Catesby, Lovel, with others, at a table. Haft. NOW, noble Peers, the caufe why we are met determine of the coronation : In God's name fpeak, when is the royal day? Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? Stanl. They are, and want but nomination. Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Buck. Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein? Who is most inward with the noble Duke? Ely.YourGrace, we think,should fooneft knowhis mind. Buck. We know each other's faces; for our hearts, folio's, and are likewife in Mr. Rowe, whom he feems generally to follow. Without them, I would obferve, that Sir Thomas Vaughan is introduced, and led off to die, without a fingle fyllable fpoken by him. (14) When he exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,] This verse is likewife tacitly fupprefs'd by Mr. Pope, tho' it has the same authorities as the former.. He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Haft. I thank his Grace, I know, he loves me well; But for his purpose in the coronation, I have not founded him; nor he deliver'd Enter Glocester. Ely. In happy time here comes the Duke himself. Which by my prefence might have been concluded. Glo. Than my Lord Haftings no man might be bolder, Ely. Marry, and will, my Lord, with all my heart. [Exit Ely. Glo. Coufin of Buckingham, a word with you.. Catefay hath founded Haftings in our bufinefs, And finds the tefty gentleman, fo hot, That he will lofe his head, ere give confent, His mafter's fon, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Back. Withdraw yourfelf awhile, I'll go with you. For I myself am not fo well provided, Re-enter Re-enter Bishop of Ely. Ely. Where is my Lord the Duke of Glocefter ? I have fent for thefe ftrawberries. [morning; Haft. His Grace looks chearfully and smooth this: There's fome conceit, or other, likes him well, When that he bids good-morrow with fuch fpirit. I think, there's ne'er a man in christendom (15) T Can leffer hide his love, or hate, than he;i For by his face ftrait fhall you know his heart. Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood he fhew'd to-day? Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended: For were he, he had fhewn it in his looks. Re-enter Glocefter and Buckingham. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,. Haft. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord, I fay, my Lord, they have deferved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil; And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch, (15) I think, there's ne'er a man in christendom Can leffer hide bis love, or hate, than be; Eor by bis face frait skall you know his heart] The character here, given of Richard, (tho' very falfly) exactly tallies with a fragment from one of Ennius's tragedies, quoted by Nonius Marcellus. Eo Ego ingeniô -Natus fum, Amicitiam atque Inimicitiam in frontem promptamgero. > I will not dine until I fee the fame. [Exeunt: Manent Lovel and Catesby, with the Lord Haftings.. Haft. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me,- Three times to-day my foot-cloth horfe did ftumble, [dinner, Ready with every nod to tumble down Lov. Come, come, dispatch, dis bootless to exclaim That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. (16) Lovel and Ratcliff, Look that it be done. There are two things to be obferv'd, which will warrant the variation. I have made upon. this paffage The fcene is here in the Tower and Lord Hapings was cut off on that very day, when Rivers, Gray and Vaughan fuffer'd at Pomfret. How then could Ratcliff at the fame inftant be both in Yorkshire and the Tower? In the very fcene proceding this, we find him conducting thofe gentlemen to the block. The players in their edition first made the blunder, as to Ratcliff attending Lord Haftings to death for, in the old quarto, we find it rightly ; Manet Catesby with Haftings. -Exeunt : Come, |