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Riv. 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 :
As for my sister and her Princely Sons,
Be satisfy'd, dear God, with our true Blood,
Which, as thou know'st, unjuftly must be spilt.

Rat. Make hafte, the hour of Death is now expir’d.

Riv. Come Gray, come Vaughan, let us here embrace; Farewel, until we meet again in Heaven. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Enter Buckingham, Derby, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Nor

folk, Ratcliff, Lovel, with others, at a Table.

Haft. 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?

Buck. Are all things ready for the Royal time?
Derby. 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. Your Grace, we think, should soonest know his Mind.

Buck. We know each others 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 pear in Love.

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
His gracious pleasure any way therein :
But you, my Honourable Lord, my 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.
Ely. In happy time here comes the Duke himself.

Glo. My Noble Lords and Cousins all, good morrow;
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust
My absence doth negle& no great Design,

Which

Which by my presence might have been concluded.

Buck. 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.

Glo. "Than my Lord Hastings no Min might be bolder,
His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holbourn,
I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there,
I do beseech you send for some of them.
Ely. Marry ard will, my Lord, with all my heart. .

[Exit Ely. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our Business, And finds the testy Gentleman so hot, That he will lose his Head e'er give consent His Master's Child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the Royalty of England's Throne. Buck. Withdraw your self a while, I'll go with you.

[Exeunt.
Derby. We have not yet set down this Day of Triumph:
To Morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden,
For I my self am not so well provided,
As else I would be were the Day prolong d.

Enter Bishop of Ely:
Ely. Where is my Lord, the Duke of Gloucester?
I have sent for these Strawberries.

Hast. His Grace looks chearfully 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 Jeffer 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 shew'd to Day?

Haft. Marry that with no Man here he is offended: For were he, he had shewn it in his Looks.

Enter Gloucester and Buckingham. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, That do conspire my Death with devilish Plots Of damned Witchcraft, and that have prevailid Upon my Body, with their hellith Charms.

Haft.

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Hast. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord,
Makes me most forward in this Princely presence,
To doom'th'Offenders, whosoe'er they be:
I say, my Lord, they have deserved Death.

Glo. 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.

Hajt. If they have done this Deed, my Noble Lord

Glo. If? thou Prote&or of this damned Scrumpet,
Talk'st thou to me of Iffs? thou art a Traitor
Off with his Head—now by Saint Paul I swear,
I will not dine until I see the fame.
Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done:
1 he rest that love me, rise and follow me.

Exeunt.
Manent Lovel and Ratcliff, with the Lord Hastings.
Hast. Wo, wo for England, not a whit for me,
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanly did dream the Boar did rase our Helms,
And I did scorn it, and disdain to fly:
Three times to day my Foot-cloth Horse djd stumble,
And started when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the Slaughter-house.
O now I need the Priest that spake to me:
I now repent I told the Pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how minc Enemies
To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I'my self secure in Grace and Favour.
Oh Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy Curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings wretched Head.

Rat. Come, come, dispatch, the Duke would be at dinners Make a short Shrift, he longs to see

Haft. O momentary Grace of mortal Min,
Which we more hunt for, than the Grace of God!
Who builds his hope in Air of your good Looks,
Lives like a drunken Sailor on a Maft,
Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal Bowels of the Deep.

your Head.

Lou.

Lov. Come, come, dispatch, 'tis bootiefs to exclaim.

Haft. O bloody Richard, miserable England,
I prophesie the fearfullst time to thee,
That ever wretched Age hath look'd upon.
Come, lead me to the Block, bear him my Head:
They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. [Exeunt.
Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rusty Aimir, mata

vellous ill-favour'd.
Glo. Come Cousin,
Can'lt thou quake and change thy colour,
Murther thy breath in the middle of a Word,
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou were distraught and mad with Terror?

Buck. Tur, I can counterfeit the deep Tragedian,
Speak, and look back, and pry on every fide,
Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw:
Intending deep Suspicion, gaftly Looks
Are at my Service, like enforced Smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my Stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
Glo. He is, and see he brings the Mayor along,

Enter the Lord Major and Catesby.
Buck. Lord Mayor-
Glo. Look to the Draw-bridge there.
Buck. Hark, a Drum.
Glo. Catesby, o’erlook the Walls.
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent
Gle. Look back, defend there, here are Enemies.
Buck. God and our Innocency defend and guard us.

Enter Lovel and Ra cliff with Haltingi's Head.
Glo. Be patiert, they are Friends; Raecliff and Lovela

Lov. Here is the Head of that ignoble Traitor,
The dangerous and unfufpe&ted Hastings.

Glo. So dear I lov'd ihe Man that I must weep:
I took him for the plain it harmless Creature
That breath'd upon the Ea th, a Chriftian :
Made him my Book, wherein my soul recorded
The History of all her secrec Thoughts;
so smooth he daub'd his Vice with mew of Virtue,
That his apparent open Guilt omitted,

I mean his Conversation with Shore's Wife,
He liv'd from all attainder of fufpe&s.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd Traitor
That ever lived.
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
Wer't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it, that the fubtle Traitor
This Day had plotted, in the Council-House,
To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster.

Mayor. Had he done to?

Glo. What! think you we are Turks or Infidels?
Or that we would, against the form of Law
Proceed thus rafhly in the Villain's Death,
But that the extream peril of the Case,
The Peace of England, and our Persons safety
Enforc'd us to this Execution.

Mayor. Now fair befall you, he deserv'd his death,
And your good Graces both have well proceeded,
To warn false Traitors from the like Attempts.

Buck. I never look'd for better at his Hands,
After he once fell in with Mistress Shore:
Yet had we not determin'd he should die
Until your Lordship came to see his end,
Which now the loving haste of these our Friends,
Something against our meanings hath prevented;
Because, my Lord, I would have had you heard
The Traitor speak, and timerously confess
The manner and the purpose of his Treasons :
That you might well have signify'd the same
Unto the Citizens, who haply may
Misconstrue us in him, and wail his Death.

Mayor. But, my good Lord, your Grace's Words shall As well as I had seen and heard him speak:

[serve, And do not doubt, right Noble Princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous Citizens, With all your just Proceedings in this case.

Glo. And to that end we wilh'd your Lordship here, T'avoid the Censures of the carping World.

Buck. Which fince you come too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intend; And so, my good Lord Mayor, we bid farewel. [Ex. Mayor. .

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