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[man Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear,
[ Aside. Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided? Come, will you go? Stanl. My lord, good morrow ;-and good Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt:
morrow, Catesby :You may jest on, but, by the holy rood',
SCENE III. I do not like these several councils, I.
Before Pomfret-castle. Hast. My lord,
Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, condueting Lord RiI hold my life as dear as you do yours;
vers, Lord Richard Grey, and Sir Thomas And never, in my days, I do protest,
10| Vaughan to execution. Was it more precious to me than’tis now:
Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Think you, but that I kpow our state secure, Rir. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,I would be so triumphant as I am ? (London, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die,
Stanl, The lords at Pomfret,when they rode from For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. [you! Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure, 15. Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; A knot you are of damn'd blood-suckers. (after. But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast. Vaugh. You live, that shallery woe for this hereThis sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;
Rat. Dispatch: the limit of your lives is out. Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward ! Riv.OPomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. 20 Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Hast. Come, come, have with you”.- Wot you Within the guilty closure of thy walls, what, my lord ?
Richard the second here was hack'd to death: To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, Stanl. They, for their truth', might better wear We givethee up our guiltlessbloodtodrink.[heads. their heads,
25 Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our Than some, that have accụs'd them, wear their 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, curs'd sho Hast.Goon before,I'lltalk with this good fellow.
Buckingham, [Exeunt Lord Stanley, aud Catesby. 30 Then curs'd she Richard :-0, remember, God, Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee? To hear her prayer for them, as now for us !
Purs.The better, that your lordship please to ask. As for my sister, and her princely sons,-
[embrace: But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)
Riv.Come, Grey,—come, Vaughan,-- let us here This day those enemies are put to death, Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. (Exeunt. And I in better state than ere I was. (tent ! Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con-40
SCENE IV. Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for
The Tower. [Throws him his purse.
Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. ! Catesby, Lovel, with others at a table. Enter a Priest.
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are Priest. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see 45 [s—to determine of the coronation: [met your honour.
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Buck. Are all things ready for that royal tinre? I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination. Come the next sabbath, and I will content you. Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Enter Buckingham.
50 Bůck. Whoknowsthe lord protectorsmindhereBuck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham- Who is most inward with the noble duke? [in? berlain?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
[hearts, Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Buck. We know each other's faces: for our
Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, 55 He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; The men you talk of came into my mind. Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine:What, go you toward the Tower? [there : Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Buck. I'do, my lord; but long I shall not stay Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me I shall return before your lordship thence. But, for his purpose in the coronation, [well;
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.Coll have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
' i.e. the cross. ? A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, I have something to say to you. ' i.e. honesty,
*i. c. continue it, Si. e. performance of divine service. Shriving work is confession.
His gracious pleasure any way therein :
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: But you, my noble lord, may name the tine: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, And in the duke's behalf I'll give iny voice, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. That by their withcraft thus have mark'd me. Enter Gloster.
5 Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble Ely. In happy time, here conies the duke himself.
(pet, Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all good mor- Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumI have been long a sleeper; but I trust, [row, Talk'st thou to me of its?_Thou art a traitor: My absence doth neglect no great design, Oil with his head;—now, by Saint Paul I swear, Whichbymy presence might liavebeenconcluded. 10 will not dine until I see the same.-, Buck. Had you not come upon your cue', my Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done; lord,
The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me. Williamlord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,-- [Exit Council, with Richard and Buckingham. I mean, your voice,- for crowning of the king. Hust. Woe, woe, for England ! not a whit for Glo. T'han my lord Hastings, no man might be 15 bolder;
For I, too fond, might have prerented this:
[Erit Ely. O, now I need the priest that spake to me:
25 To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
[Exeunt Gloster and Buckinghum.30 at dinner; Stanl. We have not yet set down this day of Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head. triumph.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden; Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! For I myself am not so well provided,
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
morning: Lor. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exHast. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this
[gland! There's some conceit or other likes him well, 140) Hast. Oh, bloody Richard !-miserable EnWhen he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. I prophesy the feartúl'st time to thee, I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he; Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; For by his face straight shall you know his heart. They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. Stanl. Whatof his heart perceive you in his face, 45
[Excunt. By any likelihoodhe shew'd to-day? red:
V. Hast. Marty, that with no man here he is oftend
Enter Gloster, and Buckingham, in rusty armour, Glo. I pray you all, tell ine what they deserve, 150
marvellous ill-favour'd. That do conspire iny death with devilish plots Glo.Come,cousin,canst thou quake, and change Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail’d
Glo. T'hen be your eyes the witness of their evil, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
· This expression is borrowed from the theatre. The cue, queue, or tail of a speech, consists of the last words, which are the token for an entrance or answer. To come on the cue, therefore, is to come at the proper time.
2 j.e. appearance. 3 The housings of a horse, and sometimes a horse himself, were anciently denominated a foot-cloth,
Are at my service, like enforced smiles ; But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case. [here, At any time, to grace my stratagems.
Glo. And to that end we wish’d your lordship But what, is Catesby gone?
To avoid the censures of the carping world. Glo. Heis; and, see, he brings the mayor along. 5 Buck. But since you came too late of our intent,
Enter the Lord Mayor, and Catesby. Yet witness what you hear we did intend: Buck. Let me alone to entertain hiin. Lord And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. mayor !
[Exit Mayor. Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Glo. Go, aster, after, cousin Buckingham. Buck. Hark! a drum.
10 The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post : Glo. Catesby, o'crlook the walls. [you, There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen', Buck. Godandour innocency defend and guard Only for saying—he would make his son us!
15 Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Enter Lovel, and Ratcliff
, with Hastings' head. Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratclitf, and Moreover, urge his hateful luxury. Lovel.
And bestial appetite in change of lust; [wives, Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. 20 Even where his ranging eye, or savage heart,
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. Without controul, listed to make his prey. I took hiin for the plainest harmless creature, Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person: That breath'd upon the earth a christian ; Tell them, when that my mother went with child Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded Of that insatiate Edward, noble York, The bistory of all her secret thoughts :
25 My princely father, then had wars in France; So smooth lie daub'd his vice with shew of virtue, And, by just computation of the time, That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
Found that the issue was not his begot; I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, Which well appeared in his lincaments, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. [traitor Being nothing like the noble duke my father.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd 30 Yet iouch this sparingly, as 'twere far oif; That ever liv'd.Look you, my lord mayor, Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. Would you imagine, or almost believe,
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; l'II play the orator, (Were'i not, that by great preservation
As if the golden fee, for which I plead, We live to tell it you) the subtle traitor
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. This day bad plotted, in the council-house, 33 Glo. If you thrive well, bring thein to BayTo murder me, and my good lord of Gloster?
nard's castle; Mayor. What! had he so?
Where you shall find me well accompanied, Glo. What! think you we are Turks,or infidels With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. Or that we would, against the form of law, Buck. I go; and towards three or four o'clock, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; 40 Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. But that the extreme peril of the case,
[Exit Buckingham. The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw, Enforc'd us to this execution ?
[death; Go thou tó friar Penker ;-bid them both Hayor. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. And your good graces both have well proceeded, 45
[Exeunt Lovel and Catesbyn To warn false traitors from the like attempts. Now will I in, to take some privy order I never look'd for better at his hands,
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; After he once fell in with mistress Shore. And to give notice, that no manner of person
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [wait.
A Street. Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
Enter a Scrivener. The traitor speak, and timorously confess
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord The manner and the purpose of his treasons ; 55
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. And mark how well the sequel hangs together : Mayor. But, my good lord, your grace's word Eleven hours I've spent to write it over,
160 For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me. As well as I had seen, and heard him speak: The precedent was full as long a doing: And do not doubt, right noble princes both, JAnd yet within these five hours Hastings liv’d, · This person was one Walker, a substantial citizen and grocer at the Crown in Cheapside.
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
And stand betweentwochurchmen, good my lord; Here's a good world the while!Who is so gross, For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : That cannot see this palpable device?
And be not easily won to our requests ; Yet who so bold, but says he sees it not ? Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. Bad is the world, and all will come to nought, 5 Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought'. As I can say nay to thee for myself;
[Exit. No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue. SCENE VII.
Buik. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks.
[Exit Gloster. Baynard's Castle.
10 Enter Gloster, and Buckingham, at several doors.
Enter the Lord Mayor, and Citizens. Glo. How now, how now? what say the citi
Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here;
I think, the duke will not be spoke withal. zens? Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
Enter Catesby: The citizens are mum, say not a word. [dren: 15 Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request? Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil
Cates. He doth entreat your grace, iny noble Buck. I did ; with his contract with lady Lucy,
lord, And his contract by deputy in France:
To visit him to-morrow, or next day: The insatiate greediness of his desires,
He is within, with two right reverend fathers, And his enforcement of the city wives;
20 Divinely bent to meditation ; His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,–
And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd, As being got, your father then in France, To draw him from his holy exercise. [duke; And bis resemblance being not like the duke.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Withal, I did infer your lineaments
Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen, Being the right idea of your father,
125 In deep designs, in matter of great moment, Both in your form and nobleness of mind: No less importing than our general good, Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Are come to have some conference with his grace. Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Cates. I'll signify so much unto him straight. Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
[Erit. Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Untouch’d, or slightly handled, in discourse.
Edward! And, when my oratory grew toward end,
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, I bade them, that did love their country's good, But on his knees at meditation; Cry—“God save Richard, England's royal king!"
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, Glo. And did they so?
[word : 35 But meditating with two deep divines ; Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, But, like dumb statues, or unbreathing stones, But praying, to enrich his watchful sout : Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful 40 But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. silence:
Mayor. Marry, God defend his grace should His answer was,--the people were not us'd
say us nay!
(again :To be spoke to, but by the recorder.
Buck. I 'fear, he will: here Catesby comes Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again ;
Re-enter Catesby. Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd; 45 Catesby, what says your lord ? (sembled But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. Cates. He wonders to what end you have asWhen he had done, some followers of mine own,
Such troops of citizens to come to him, At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
grace not being warn’d thereof before: And some ten voicescry'd, God save king Richard! He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. And thus I took the vantage of those few,
50 Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I ; Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: This general applause, and chearful shout, By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : And so once more return and tell his grace. And even here brake off, and came away.
[Exit Catesby. Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; would 55 When holy and devout religious men they not speak?
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence: Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come!
So sweet is zealous contemplation. Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intendsome Enter Gloster above, between two Bishops. Catesby fcar;
returns. Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit : 160 Mayor. See, where his grace stands 'tween And look you get a prayer-book in your band,
two clergymen! ' i. e. seen in silence, without notice or detection. : i. e. pretend. : i.e. to fatten; to pamper
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, And that my path were even to the crown, To stay him from the fall of vanity:
As the ripe revenue and due of birth ; And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, True ornaments to know a holy man.
So mighty, and so many, my defects, Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, 5 That I would rather hide me from my greatness, Lend favourable ear to our requests ;
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; But God be thank'd, there is no need of me: I rather do beseech you pardon me,
10 (And much I need to help you, if need were ;) Who, earnest in the service of my God,
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Deferr'd the visitation of my friends.
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? Will well become the seat of majesty, Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God and make, no doubt, us happy by his reiga. above,
15 On him I lay what you would lay on me, And all good men of this ungovern’d isle. The right and fortune of his happy stars,—
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, Which God defend that I should wring from him! That seems disgracious in the city's eye;
Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
grace; Buck. You have, my lord; would it might 20 But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, please your grace,
All circumstances well considered. On our entreaties, to amend your fault!
You say, that Edward is your brother's son; Glo. Elsewherefore breathe I in a christian land: So say we too, but not by Edward's wife: Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you re- For first was he contract to lady Lucy, The supreme seat, the throne majestical," [sign 25 Your mother lives a witness to his vow; The scepter'd oslice of your ancestors,
And afterwards by substitute betroth'd Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, To Bona, sister to the king of France. The lineal glory of your royal house,
These both put by, a poor petitioner, To the corruption of a blemish'd stock:
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons, Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepythoughts, 30 A beauty-waning and distressed widow, (Which here we waken to our country's good) Even in the afternoon of her best days, The noble isle doth want her
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
To base declension and loath'd bigamy: And alınost shoulder'd' in the swallowing gulph 35 By her, in his unlawful bed, he got Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. This Edward, whom our manners call--the prince. Which to recure', we heartily solicit
More bitterly could I expostulate, Your gracious self to take on you the charge Save that, for reverence to some alive, And kingly government of this your land : I give a sparing limit to my tongue. Not as protector, steward, substitute,
40 Then, good my lord, take to your royal self Or lowly factor for another's gain;
This profler'd benefit of dignity:
From the corruption of abusing time,
Mayor. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat In this just suit come I to move your grace. Bučk. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
(stiit. Of bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Cates. O, make them joyful, grant their lawsuł Best fitteth my degree, or your condition: 50 Glo. Alas, why would you heap these cares on For, not to answer, you might haply think, I am unfit for state and majesty :- [me? Tongue-ty'd ambition, not replying, yielded I do beseech you, take it not amiss; To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty, I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you. Which fondly you would here impose on me; Buck. If you refuse it, -as in love and zeal, If to reprove you for this suit of yours, 55 Loth to depose the child, your brother's son; So season'd with your faithful love to me, (As well we know your tenderness of heart, Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first; Which we have noted in you to your kindred. And then, in speaking, not to incur the last, And equally, indeed, to all estates ;) Definitively thus I answer you.
60 Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert Your brother's son shall never reign our king; Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
But we will plant some other in the throne, First, if all obstacles were cut away,
To the disgrace and downfall of your house. ! i. e. immersed up to the shoulders. ? i. e, recover. • i. e. pity.