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Cates. He for his Father's fake so loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not he?
Cates. 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 affe&ed to our Purpose,
And summon him to Morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the Coronation.
If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our Reasons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too, and so break off the
And give us notice of his Inclination:
For we to Morrow hold divided Councils,
Wherein thy self shalt highly be employ'd.
Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Adversaries
To morrow are let Blood at Pomfret Castle,
And bid my Lord, for joy of this good News,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle Kiss the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effe& this Business foundly.
Cates. My.good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, e'er we sleep
Cates. You shall, my Lord.
Glo. At Crosby House there you shall find us both.
Buck. Now, my Lord,
What shall we do, if we-perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our Complots?
Glo. Chop off his Head:
Something we will determine:
And look when I am King, claim thou of me
The Earldom of Hereford, and all the Moveables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was poffeft.
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's Hand.
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our Complots in some form. [Exeunt.
Enter a Messenger to the Door of Hastings.
Mes. My Lord, my Lord.
Hast. Who knocks?
Mef. One from the Lord Stanly.
Hait. What is't a Clock?
Mes. Upon the stroak of four.
Enter Lord Hastings.
Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanly sleep these tedious Nights?
Mes. So it appears by what í have to say: First, he commends him to your noble Self.
Hast. What then?
Mes. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt the Boar had rased off his Helm:
Besides, he says there are two Councils kept;
And that may be determin’d at the one,
and him to rue at th'other.
Therefore he sends to know your Lordship’s pleasure,
If you will presently take Horse with him,
And with all speed post with him toward the North,
To thun the danger that his Soul divines.
Hast. Go Fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,
Bid him not fear the separated Council:
His Honour and my self 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 without instance;
And for his Dreams, I wonder he's so simple
To trust the mock’ry of unquiet Slumbers.
To Ay the Boar, before the Boar pursues,
Were to incense the Boar to follow us,
And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy Master rise and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower.
Where he shall see the Boar will use us kiodly,
Mes. I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you say. (Exit.
Cates. Many good morrows to my Noble Lord.
Haft. Good morrow, Catesby, you are early stirring:
What News, what News in this our tote'ring State?
Cates. 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?
Cates. 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?
Caref. Ay, on my Life, and hopes to find you forward
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.
Haft. Indeed I am no mourner for that News,
Because they have been still my Adversaries;
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.
Cates. God keep your Lordship in that gracious Mind.
Hast. 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, e'er a Fortnight make me older, I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.
Catef. 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,
When Men are unprepar’d and look not for it.
Haft. O monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray; and so 'cwill do
With some Men else, that think themselves as safe
As thou and I, who, as thou know'st, are dear
To Princely Richard and to Buckingham.
Cates. The Princes both make high account of you.
For they account his Head upon the Bridge. [Afde.
Haft. 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?
Stan. My Lord, good morrow, good morrow, Catesby;
You may jest on, but by the holy Rood,
I do not like these several Councils, I.
Hast. My Lord, I hold my Life as dear as yours,
And never in my Days, I do proteft,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now;
Think you, but that I know the Scate 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,
And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;
But yet you see how soon the Day o'er-cast.
The sudden ftab of Rancor I misdoubt,
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless Coward.
What, shall we toward the Tower? the Day is spent.
Haft. Come, come, have with
you: what, my Lord, To day, the Lords you'ralk of are beheaded.
Stan. 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 a Pursuivant.
Hift. Go on before, I'll talk with this good Fellow.
[Exeunt Lord Stanley and Catesby. How now, Sirrah? how goes the World with thee?
Purs. The better, that you Lordship please to ask.
Halt. I tell thee Man, 'cis better with me now,
Than when thou met'ft 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 rell thee, keep it to thy self,
This Day chose Enemies are put to death,
And I in better State than e'er I was.
Purs. God hold it to your Honour's good Content.
Hajt. Gramercy Fellow; there drink chat for me.
[Throws bim bis Purse. Purs. I thank your Honour.
Enter a Priest. Priest. Well met, my Lord, I am glad to see your Honour.
Haft. 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. Priest. I'll wait upon your Lord thip.
Buck. What, talking with a Priest, Lord Chamberlain?
Your Friends at Pomfret, they do need the Priest,
Your Honour hath no thriving 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 toward the Tower?
Buck. I do, my Lord, but long I cannot stay there:
I shall return before your Lordihip thence.
Haft. Nay, like enough, for I'll stay Dinner there.
Buck. And Supper too, although thou know'st it not. [ Aside. Come, will you go? Hast. I'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt,
Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with Halberds, carrying the
Nobles to Death at Pomfret.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,
To day shalt thou behold a Subject dye
For Truth, for Dury, and for Loyalty.
Gray. God bless the Prioce from all the pack of you,
A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers.
Vaugh. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
Rat. Dispatch, the limit of your Lives is out.
Riv. 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 hackt to Death:
And for more Nander to thy dismal Scat,
We give to thee our guiltless Blood to drinke
Gray. Now Margaret's Curse is faln upon our Heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you and I,
For standing by, when Richard Itabd her $ in.