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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 you do yours; And never, in my days, s do protest, Was it more precious to methan’tis now : Think you, but that I know our state secure, I would be so triumphant as I am [London, Stanl.The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from 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'ercast. This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward' What, shallwetoward the Tower; the day isspent. Hast. Come, come, have with you”.-Wot you what, my lord? To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. Stanl. They, for their truth", might better wear their heads, Than some, that have accus’d them, wear their But come, my lord, let's away. [hats. - Enter a Pursuitant. Hast. Goon before, I’lltalkwith this good fellow.
Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee?
Priest. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see 4
your honour. [heart. Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my I am in your debt for your last exercise; Come the next sabbath, and I will content you. - Enter Buckingham. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain : Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work" in hand. Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The men you talk of came into my mind. What, go you toward the Tower? [there: Buck. I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay I shall return before your lordship thence.
|For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.[0
S C E N E III. Before Pomfret-castle. Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, conducting Lord Rivers, Lord Richard Grey, and Sir Thomas Paughan to execution. Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Ric. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die, [you! Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of A knot you are of damn'd blood-suckers. [after. Paugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereRat. Dispatch: the limit of your lives is out. Riv.OPomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Within the guilty closure of thy walls, Richard the second here was hack'd to death: And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, We give thee o our guiltlessbloodtodrink.[heads. Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs'd she Richard:—O, remember, God, To hear her prayer for them, as now for us! As for my sister, and her princely sons,— Be satisfied; dear God, with our true bloods, Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is now expir'd. [embrace: Riv.Come, Grey, come, Vaughan,—letus here Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Excunt.
S C E N E IV. - The Tower. Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, * Catesby, Lovel, with others at a table. Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are [s—to determine of the coronation: [met In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? . Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination. Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Buck. Who knowsthe lordprotector'smindhereWho is most inward with the noble duke? [in 2 Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. [hearts, Buck. We know each other's faces: for our
* A familiar phrase in parting, as much as,
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
I have something to say to you; : Shriving work
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might bel
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.—
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
- [Erit 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, ere give consent, His master's child, as oil. he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Buck.Withdraw yourselfawhile, I'llgow ithyou.
Stanl. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden; For I myself am not so well provided, As else } would be, were the day prolong’d. - Re-enter the Bishop of Ely. Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent For these strawberries. [morning; Hast. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this There's some conceit or other likes him well, When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he , For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood’ he shew'd to-day; . .[ed; Hast. Marry, that with noman here he is offendFor, were he, he had shewn it in his looks. Re-enter Gloster 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 prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms? Hast. The tenderlove I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er ". 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:
me; For I, too fond, might have prevented this: Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ; But I disdain’d it, and did scorn to fly. [ble, Three timesto-day my foot-cloth horse did stumAnd started, when he look'd upon the Tower, As loth 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 mine enemies To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And I myself secure in grace and favour. 9, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor i. wretched head. Cates. Dispatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner; Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head. Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Lov. Come, come, dispatch; ’tis bootless to exclaim. [gland 1 Hast. Oh, bloody Richard —miserable En[ o the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched age hath look’d upon.— Çome, lead me to the block, bear him my head; They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. [Excunt.
* 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. “ i.e. appearance. sclf, were anciently denominated a foot-cloth,
*The housings of a horse, and sometimes a horse him
Areat my service, like enforced smiles;
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
[Ereunt Lovel and Catesby, Now will I in, to take some privy order To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; And to give notice, that no manner of person . Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [Cait.
S C E N E VI.
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
* This person was one halker, a substantial citizen and grocer at the Crown in Cheapside.
Intainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
Baynard's Castle. Enter Gloster, and Buckingham, at several doors. Glo. How now, how now what say the citi- - zens? Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The citizens are mum, say not a word. [dren? Glo.Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chilBuck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy, And his contract by deputy in France: The insatiate greediness of his desires, And his enforcement of the city wives; His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, As being got, your father then in France, And his resemblance being not like the duke. Withal, I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind: Laid open all your victories in Scotland, Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. And, when my oratory grew toward end, I bade them, that did love their country's good, Cry—“God save Richard,England's royal king!” Glo. And did they so? [word: Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a But, like dumb statues, or unbreathing stones, Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Which when I saw, I reprehended them; And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence: His answer was, the people were not us'd To be spoke to, but by the recorder. Then he was urg’d to tell my tale again;– Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd; But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. When he had done, some followers of mine own, At lower end o' the hall, hurl’d up their caps, And some ten voices cry’d,Godsareking Richard! d thus I took the vantage of those few, hanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I; This general applause, and chearful shout, Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard: And even here brake off, and came away. Glo. What tongueless blocks were they ; would they not speak? Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come? Ruck. The mayor is here at hand; intend ‘some fear; Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: ,
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord; For on that ground I'll make a holy descant: And be not easily won to our requests;
Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, As I can say nay to thee for myself; No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
knocks. [Erit Gloster. Enter the Lord Mayor, and Citizens.
Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here; I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.—
Enter Catesby. Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request? Cates. * doth entreat your grace, iny noble lord, To visit him to-morrow, or next day: He is within, with two right reverend fathers, Divinely bent to meditation; And in no worldly suit would he be mov’d, o draw him from his holy exercise. [duke; Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen,
5|In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
* i.e. seen in silence, without notice or detection. ... i. e. pretend. * i.e. to fatten; to : i. e. immersed up to the shoulders.
Play the maid's part, still answer may, and take it. Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity: And, see, a book of prayer in his hand; True ornaments to know a holy man.— Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, Lend favourable ear to our requests; And pardon us the interruption Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal. Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; Irather do beseech you pardon me, Who, earnest in the service of my God, Deferr'd the visitation of my friends. But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. Glo. #. suspect, I have done some offence, That seems disgracious in the city's eye; And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. Buck. You have, my lord; would it might please your grace, On our entreaties, to amend your fault! Glo. Elsewherefore breathé I in a christian land? Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you reThe supreme seat, the throne majestical, [sign The scepter'd office of your ancestors, Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, The lineal glory of your royal house, To the corruption of a blemish’d stock: Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, (Which here we waken to our country's good) The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; Her face defac’d with scars of infamy, Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulph Qf dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. Which to recure *, we heartily solicit Your gracious self to take on you the charge And kingly government of this your land: Not as protector, steward, substitute, Qr lowly factor for another's gain; tas successively, from blood to blood, Your right of birth, your empery, your own. For this, consorted with the citizens, Your very worshipful and loving friends, And by their vehement instigation, In this just suit come I to move your grace. Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, Qr bitterly to speak in your reproof, Best fitteth my degree, or your condition: For, not to answer, you might haply think, Tongue-ty'd ambition, not replying, yielded To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty, Which fondly you would here impose on me; If to reprove you for this suit of yours, So season'd with your faithful love to me, Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends, Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first; And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,-Definitively thus I answer you. our love deserves my thanks; but my desert Unmeritable, shuns your high request. First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown
grace; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, All circumstances well considered. You say, that Edward is your brother's son; So say we too, but not by Edward's wife: For first was he contract to lady Lucy, Your mother lives a witness to his vow; And afterwards by substitute betroth'd To Bona, sister to the king of France. These both put by, a poor petitioner, A care-craz'd mother to a many sons, A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Eyen in the afternoon of her best days, Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Seduc’d the pitch and height of all his thoughts To base declension and loath'd bigamy: By her, in his unlawful bed, he got o Edward, whom our manners call—the prince. More bitterly could I expostulate, Save that, for reverence to some alive, I give a sparing limit to my tongue. Then, good my lord, take to your royal self This proffer'd benefit of dignity: If not to bless us and the land withal, Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry From the corruption of abusing time, Unto a lineal true-derived course. [youMayor. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. [suit. Cates. O, make them joyful, grant their lawful Glo. Alas, why would you heap these cares on I am unfit for state and majesty:- Ume? I do beseech you, take it not amiss; I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you. Buck. If you refuse it, as in love and zeal, Loth to depose the child, your brother's son; (As well we know your tenderness of heart, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse’, Which we have noted in you to your kindred. And equally, indeed, to all estates;) Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, Your brother's son shall never reign our king; But we will plant some other in the throne,
To the disgrace and downfall of your house.