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To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
Enter a Priest. God knows, I will not do it, to the death. Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your mind!
honour Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my hence,
heart. That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I am in your debt for your last exercise; I live to look upon their tragedy.
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
Enter BUCKINGHAM. I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Guck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberWhen men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
lain? Hast. () monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, With some men else, who think themselves as safe The men you talk of came into my mind. As thou and I ; who, as thou know'st, are dear What, go you toward the Tower? To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay Cate. The princes both make high account of
there : you,
I shall return before your lordship thence. For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Hast. I know, they do ; and I have well deserv'd Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it it.
(Aside. Come, will you go? Enter Stanley.
I'll wait upon your lordship. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?
(Ereunt. Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, SCENE III. - Pomfret. Before the Castle.
Catesby : –
Enter Ratcliff, with a guard, conducting Rivers I do not like these several councils, I.
Grey, and Vaughan, to erecution. Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours ; Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. And never, in my life, I do protest,
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
you ! London,
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. :e jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure, Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this id they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust ;
hereafter. t yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast.
Rat. Despatch ; the limit of your lives is out. Tuis sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret ! O thou bloody prison, Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! Fatal and ominous to noble peers ! What, shall we toward the Tower ? the day is spent. Within the guilty closure of thy walls, Hast. Come, come, have with you.
Richard the Second here was hack'd to death : what, my lord ?
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our their heads,
heads, Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, But come, my lord, let's away.
For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son. Enter a Pursuivant.
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'd she
Buckingham, st. Go on before, I'll talk with this good | Then curs'd she Richard : – 0, remember, God, fellow. [Ereunt Stan. and Catesby.
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us ! Ilow now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? And for my sister, and ber princely sons,
Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask. Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt! Than when thou met'st me last where now we Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.
Riv. Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, — let us Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
here embrace : By the suggestion of the queen’s allies ;
Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. (Ereunt. I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,) This day those enemies are put to death,
SCENE IV. - London. A Room in the Tower. And I in better state than ere I was. Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con
BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, Hastings, the Bishop of tent!
Ely, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for
table : officers of the council attending. (Throwing him his purse. Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why www are Purs. I thank your hanour. [Erit Pursuivant.
Is to determine of the coronation :
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
offended ; Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. Stan. They are ; and wants but nomination.
Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Bück. Who knows the lord protector's mind Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, herein ?
Tha: do conspire my death with devilish plots Who is most inward with the noble duke ?
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know Upon my body with their hellish charms ? his mind.
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Buck. We know each other's faces : for our Makes me most forward in this noble presence hearts,
To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be, He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up : weil :
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, But, for his purpose in the coronation,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. His gracious pleasure any way therein :
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble But you, my noble lord, may name the time
lord, And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Talk'st thou to me of ifs ? - Thou art a traitor :
Off with his head : : - now, by saint Paul I swear,
I will not dine until I see the same. —
[Exeunt Council, with Gloster ana I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
BUCKINGHAM. My absence doth neglect no great design,
Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; Which by my presence might have been concluded For I, too fond, might have prevented this : Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, n Stan.ey did dream, the boar did rase his helm; lord,
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
0, now I want the priest that spake to ine :
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be
[Takes him aside.
dinner; Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business ; Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. And finds the testy gentleman so bot,
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
[Ereunt Gloster and Buckingham. Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of Lod. Come, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to triumph.
exclaim. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
Hast. O, bloody Richard ! - miserable England. For I myself am not so well provided,
I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head;
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent
[Ereunt. For these strawberries. Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this SCENE V. - The same. The Tower Walls.
morning; There s some conceit or other likes him well,
Enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM, in rusly armour, When he doth bid good-morrow with such spirit.
marvellous ill-favoured. I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he ;
thy colour? For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Murder thy breath in middle of a word,
Slan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, | And then again begin, and stop again, By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks
here, Are at my service, like enforced smiles ;
To avoid the censures of the carping world. And both are ready in their offices,
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, At any time, to grace my stratagems.
Yet witness what you hear we did intend : But what, is Catesby gone ?
And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
[Erit Lord Mayor.
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The mayor towards Guild-hall hies him in all post :Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord There, at your meetest vantage of the time, mayor,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children : Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Buck.
Hark, hark! a drum. Only for saying — he would make his son Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Heir to the crown ; meaning, indeed, his house, Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. you,
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. And bestial appetite in change of lust; Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, wives, us!
Even where his raging eye, or savage heart, Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings's head. Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person ; ;
Without control, listed to make his prey. Glo. Be patient, they are.
e.friends; Ratcliff, and Tell them, when that my mother went with child Lovel.
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York, Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, My princely father, then had wars in France ; The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
And, by just computation of the time, Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. Found, that the issue was not his begot ; I took bim for the plainest harmless't creature, Which well appeared in his lineaments, That breath'd upon the earth a Christian ;
Being nothing like the noble duke my father : Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off ; The history of all her secret thoughts :
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, Buck. Doubt not, my lord : I'll play the orator That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead, I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd
castle ; traitor
Where you shall find me well accompanied, That ever liv’d. — Look you, my lord mayor, With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. Would you imagine, or almost believe,
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, (Were't not, that by great preservation
Look for the news that the Guild-hall affords. We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor
[Erit Buckingham. This day had plotted, in the council-house,
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw.To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? Go thou (to Cat.] to friar Penker; — bid them both May. What! bad he so ?
Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels ?
[Exeunt Lovel and CATESBY. Or that we would, against the form of law,
Now will I in, to take some privy order Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death ;
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; But that the extreme peril of the case,
And to give notice, that no manner of person
SCENE VI. - A Street.
Enter a Scrivener.
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord After he once fell in with mistress Shore,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. Which now the loving baste of these our friends, And mark how well the sequel hangs together : Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented : Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, Because, my lord, we would have had you heard For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ; The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The precedent was full as long a doing : The manner and the purpose of his treasons ; And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, That you might well have signified the same Untainted, unexamin’d, free, at liberty. Unto the citizens, who, haply, may
Here's a good world the while ! - Who is so gross, Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
That cannot see this palpable device? May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall Yet who so bold, but says — he sees it not? serve,
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak : When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, SCENE VII.
The same. Court of Baynard' To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
And in no worldly suit would he be nuov'd,
To draw him from his holy exercise. The citizens are mum, say not a word.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke; Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil.
Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen, dren?
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. And his enforcemerit of the city wives;
[Erit. His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not ar
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation ; Being the right idea of your father,
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, Both in your form and nobleness of mind :
But meditating with two deep divines; Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul : Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof : Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. And, when my oratory grew to an end,
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should say I bade them, that did love their country's good,
us nay ! Cry - Gud save Richard, England's royal king :
Buck. I fear, he will : Here Catesby comes Glo. And did they so ?
again; Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn’d thereof before ;
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again;
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him :
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love;
oad so once more return and tell his grace.
[Erit CATESBT, At lower end o’the ball, hurl'd up their caps,
When holy and devout religious men And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard !
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; And thus I took the vantage of those few,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Enter GLOSTER, in a gallery above, between Two Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard :
Bishops. CaTEsBy returns. And even here brake off, and came away.
May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; Would
clergymen! they not speak ?
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come ?
To stay him from the fall of vanity: Buck. The mayor is here at hand, intend some
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
True ornaments to know a holy man. — Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requests ;
Of thy devotion, and right christian zeal.
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology ; Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.
I rather do beseech you pardon me, Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them,
Who, earnest in the service of my God, As I can say nay to thee for myself,
Neglect the visitation of my friends. No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God knocks. [Erit Gloster.
above, Enter the Lord Mayor, Aidermen, and Citizens.
And all good men of this ungovern'd isle.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, Welcome, my lord : I dance attendance here;
That seems disgracious in the city's eye; I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. Enter from the castle, CATESBY.
Buck. You have, my lord; Would it miglu
please your grace, Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request? | On our entreaties to amend your fault!
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian To Bona, sister to the king of France. land ?
These both put by, a poor petitioner, Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you re- A care-craz'd mother to a many sons, sign
A beauty-waning and distressed widow, The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
Even in the afternoon of her best days, The scepter'd office of your ancestors,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts The lineal glory of your royal house,
To base declension, and loath'd bigamy; To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, This Edward, whom our manners call
the prince (Which here we waken to our country's good,) More bitterly could I expostulate, The noble isle doth want her proper limbs;
Save that, for reverence to some alive, Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,
I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
If not to bless us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry Your gracious self to take on you the charge From the corruption of abusing time, And kingly government of this your
Unto a lineal true-derived course. Not as protector, steward, substitute,
May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat Or lowly factor for another's gain :
you. But as successively, from blood to blood,
Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
love. For this, consorted with the citizens,
Cate. O make them joyful, grant their lawful Your very worshipful and loving friends,
suit. And by their vehement instigation,
Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on In this just suit come I to move your grace.
Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, I am unfit for state and majesty : Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
I do beseech you, take it not amiss ; Best fitteth my degree, or your condition :
I cannot, nor I will not yield to you. If, not to answer, you might haply think,
Buck. If you refuse it, - as in love and zeal, Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded Loath to depose the child, your brother's son; To bear the golden yolk of sovereignty,
As well we know your tenderness of heart, Which fondly you would here impose on me; And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, you for this suit of yours,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred, So season'd with your faithful love to me,
And equally, indeed, to all estates, – Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends. Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, Therefore, - to speak, and to avoid the first; Your brother's son shall never reign our king; And then, in speaking, not to incur the last, But we will plant some other in your throne, Definitively thus I answer you.
To the disgrace and downfal of your house. Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert And, in this resolution, here we leave you ; — Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. First, if all obstacles were cut away,
(Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens. And that my path were even to the crown,
Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their As the ripe revenue and due of birth ;
suit; Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
If you deny them, all the land will rue it. So mighty, and so many, my defects,
Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? That I would rather hide me from my greatness, Well, call them again ; I am not made of stone, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
But penetrable to your kind entreaties, Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
(Erit CATESBY. And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
Albeit against my conscience and my soul. But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me; (And much I need to help you, if need were ;)
Re-enter BUCKINGHAM, and the rest. The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Cousin of Buckingham, — and sage grave men, Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, Since you will buckle fortune on my back, Will well become the seat of majesty,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. I must have patience to endure the load : On him I lay what you would lay on me,
But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, The right and fortune of his happy stars,
Attend the sequel of your imposition, Which, God defend, that I should wring from Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me him !
From all the impure blots and stains thereof; Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your For God he knows, and you may partly see, grace ;
How far I am from the desire of this. But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
May. God bless your grace! we see it, and wils All circunstances well considered. You say that Edward is your brother's son ;
Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. So ay ve tvo, but not by Edward's wife :
Buck. Then I salute you with this royal For tirse he was contract to lady Lucy,
title, Your mother lives a witness to his vow ;
Long live king Richard, England s worthy king And afterwards by substitute betrotı'd
If to re