SCENE IV. Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret. Rat. OME bring forth the prisoners. COM Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee To-day. fhalt thou behold a fubject die Gray. God keep the Prince from all the pack of you, A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prifon! Fatal and ominous to noble Peers. Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the Second here was hack'd to death: Gray. Now Marg'ret's curfe is fall'n upon our heads, For ftanding by when Richard ftab'd her fon. Riv. Then curs'd fhe Richard, curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs'd fhe Haflings. O remember, God! To hear her prayer for them, as now for us: As for my fifter and her Princely fons, Be fatisfy'd, dear God, with our true blood, Which, as thou know'ft, unjustly must be spik. Rat. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expir'd. Riv. Come Gray, come Vaughan, let us all embrace; Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE V. The Tower. Buckingham, Derby, Haftings, Bishop of Ely, Norfolk, Ratcliff, Lovel, with others, at a table. Haft.N OW noble Peers, the cause why we are met In God's name fpeak, when is the royal day? Buck. Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein ? Who is most inward with the noble Duke? Ely. Your grace, we think, fhould fooneft know his mind.. Buck. We know each other's faces; for our hearts, He knows no more of mine than I of yours, Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine: Lord Haftings, you and he are near in love. Haft. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well: I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd 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 fleeper; but I trust My abfence doth neglect no great defign, Which by my prefence might have been concluded. Bucks Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, man might be bolder, Ely. Marry and will, my lord, with all my heart. That he will lofe his head ere give confent Buck. Withdraw your felf a while, I'll go with you. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too fudden, For I my felf am not fo well provided, Re-enter Bishop of Ely. Ely. Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucefter? I have fent for thefe ftrawberries. Haft. His grace looks chearfully and fmooth this morning, There's fome conceit or other likes him well, For by his face ftrait fhall you know his heart. Derby. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood he fhew'd to-day? b livelihood. Haft. Haft. Marry, that with no man here he's offended: For were he, he had fhewn it in his looks. Re-enter Gloucester and Buckingham. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deferve, your grace, my lord, Makes me moft forward in this Princely prefence, To doom th' offenders, whofoe'er they be: I fay, my lord, they have deserved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch [Exeunt.. Manent Lovel and Ratcliff, with the lord Haftings. Haft. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me, Three times to-day my foot-cloth horfe did stumble, Oh Oh Margret, Margret, now thy heavy curfe I's lighted on poor Haftings' wretched head. Rat. Come, come, difpatch, the Duke would be at dinner. Make a fhort fhrift, he longs to fee your head. Ready with every nod to tumble down Lov. Come, come, difpatch, 'tis bootlefs to exclaim. Haft. Oh bloody Richard, miferable England, head: [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favour'd. Glo. OME coufin, canft thou quake and change thy colour, Murther thy breath in middle of a word, As if thou wert diftraught, and mad with terror? Glo. He is, and fee he brings the Mayor along. Enter |