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Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me K. Edw. Havela tongue to doom my brother's death,
With hate in those, where I expect most love! And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
When I have most need to employ a friend, My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And most assured, that he is a friend,

And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Deep, hollow, treacherons, and full of guile, Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of leavei,

Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ?
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?

[Embracing Rivers, etc. Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
To make the blessed period of this peace.

And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king?
Buck. And, in good time here comes the noble duke. Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Enter Gloster.

Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and queen! Even in his garment, and did give himself,
And, princely peers, a happy time of day! All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day!- All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Brother, we have done deeds of charity;

Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

Had so much grace, to put it in my mind.
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. But, when your carters, or your waiting-vassals,
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege! Have done a drunken slanghter, and defac'd
Among this princely heap, if any here,

The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,

You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
Hold me a foe;

And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

But for my brother not a man would speak,
Have aught committed, that is hardly borne Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
By any in this presence, I desire

For him, poor soul. - The proudest of you

all To reconcile me to his friendly peace.

Have been beholden to him in his life;
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.- O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,

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you, and mine, and yours, for this.-Which I will purchase with my duteous service Come, Hastings, help me to my closet! 0, Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

Poor Clarence! (Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, If ever any grudge were lodged between us;

Rivers, Dorset, and Grey.
Of you, Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you,

Glo. This is the fruit of rashuess !-Mark'd you not,
That all without desert have frown'd on me; – How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Dukes, earls, lords geo:lemen, indeed, of all. Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death?
I do not know that Englishman alive,

0! they did urge it still unto the king:
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,

God will revenge it. Come, lords ! will you go,
More than the infant that is born to-night;

To comfort Edward with our company?
I thank my God for my humility,

Buck. We wait upon your grace.

(E.xeunt. Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter. I would to God, all strifes were well compounded.-

SCENE II. The same. | My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Enter the Duchess of York, with a Son and Daugh-To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

ter of CLARENCE.
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead ?
To be so flouted in this royal presence?

Duch. No, boy.
Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your

[They all start. breast?
You do him injury, to scorn his corse.

And cry: O Clarence, my unhappy son!
K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows, Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head,
he is?

And call us orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this ! If that our noble father be alive?
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both;
Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, I do lament the sickness of the king.
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

As loath to lose him, not your father's death;
K. Ldw. Is Clarence dead ? the order was revers’d. It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, Son. Then, grandam, you conclude, that he is dead.
And that a winged Mercury did bear;

The king my uncle is to blame for this.
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,

God will revenge it; whom I will impórtane
That came too lag to see him buried. –

With earnest prayers all to that effect.
God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Daugh. And so will I.
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love
Descrve not worse, than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion !

Incapable and shallow innocents,
Enter STANLEY.

You cannot guess, who caus’d your father's death.
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster
K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace! my soul is full of sorrow. Told me, the king, provok’d to't by the queen,
Stan. I will not rise, uuless your highness hear me. Devis'd impeachments to imprison him.
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st? And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
Stun. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servaut’s life; And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,

Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

And he would love me dearly, as his child.

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2 Duch. Ah, that deceit should stealsueh gentle shapes, Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,

I fe: And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! Of the young prince your son! send straight for him, He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, Let him be crown'd! in him your comfort lives:

SC Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,

10 Son. Think you, my uncle did discemble, grandam? And plant your joys in living Edward's throne !

30 Duch. Ay, boy:

Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Stanley, Hastings, Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?

RATCLIFF, und Others.

20 Enter Queen Elizabeth, distractedly; Rivers, and Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause

30 Dorset, following her. To wail the dimming of our shiving star;

19 Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hiuder me to wail and weep? But none can cure their harms by wailing them. To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Madam, my mother, 1 do cry you mercy,

8 ( I'll join with black despair against my soul, I did not see your grace. Humbly on my knee

20 And to myself become an enemy, I crave your blessing.

Tha Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience ?| Duch. God bless thee, and put meekness in thy 2. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence:

breast,

No Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.-- Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !

1 Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!

WE Why wither not the leaves, that want their cap? That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing ; [Asido.

3 If you will live, lament! if die, be brief!

I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's, Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing For Or, like obedient subjects, follow him

peers, To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,

Ba Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, Now cheer each other in each other's love!

1 As I had title in thy noble husband.

Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
I have bewept a worthy kusband's death,

We are to reap the harvest of his son.
Aud liv'd by looking on his images ;
The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,

0 But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together,

Fo Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,

Must gently be preserv'd, cherish’d, and kept: And I for comfort have but one false glass, Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, That grieres me, when I see my shame in him. Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, Bither to London to be crowu'd our king. And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Back- T But death hath suatch'd my husband from my arms, ingham ? And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, Clarence, and Edward. 0, what cause have I, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; (Thine being but a moiety of my grief, )

Which would be so much the more dangerous, To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries? By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd: Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; Where every horse bears his commanding rein, U How can we aid you with our kindred tears? And may direct his course as please himself, Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, as well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, Your widow-dolour likewise be inwept !

In my opinion, ought to be prevented. Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation !

Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; I am not barren to bring forth laments :

And the compact is firm, and true, in me. All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: That I, being govern'd by the watry moon, Yet, since it is but green, it should be put May send forth plenteous tears, to drown the world! To no apparent likelihood of breach, Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence ! Therefore { say, with noble Buckingham, Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! That it is meet so few should fetch the princes Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's

Hast. And so say I. gorre.

Glo. Then be it se, and go we to determine Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's Who they shall be, that straight shall post to Ludlow! gone.

Madam, and you my mother, will you go
Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are gone. To give your censures in this weighty business?
Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss?

(Exeunt all but Buckinghum and Gloster.
Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss? Puck. My lord, whoever journeys to the priace,
Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss? For God's sake, let not us two stay at home!
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs;

For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general, As index to the story, welate talk'd of,
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;

To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; My oracle, my prophet! - My dear cousin,
I for an Edward weep, so do not they: –

1, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Alas! you three, on me, threefoid distress'd, Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentations.
Dor. Comfort, dear mother! God is much displeas'd, SCENE U.

The same.

A street
That you take with unthankfulness his doing;

Enter two Citizens, meeting;
In common worldly things, 'tis called -- ungrateful, i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour! Whither away sa
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

fast?
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself.
Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, Hear you the news abroad?
For it requires the royal debt, it lent you.

1 Cit. Yes; the king's dead

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2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better : So long a growing, and so leisurely,
I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.

That, if his rule were true, he should be gracions.
Enter another Citizen.

Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed !

Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt! 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir!

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, death?

To touch his growth nearer, than he touch'd mine. 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! Duch. How,my young York? I pr’ythee,let me hear it. 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world! York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; reign.

'Twas full two years, ere I could get a tooth.
3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern’d by a child! Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
That, iri his nonage, council under him,

York. Grandam, his nurse.
And, in his full and ripen’d years, himself,

Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead, ere thou wast
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

born.
1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell, who told me.
Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd.
3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child !
God wot;

Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
For then this land was famously enrich'd

Enter a Messenger.
With politic grave counsel; then the king

Arch. Here comes a messenger :
Had virtuous uncles, to protect his grace.

What news?
1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and Mess. Such news, my lord,
mother.

As grieves me to unfold.
3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father ; Q. Eliz. How doth the prince?
Or, by his father, there were none at all:

Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

Duch. What is thy news?
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.' Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pom-
0, full of danger is the duke of Gloster,

fret,
And the queen's sons and brothers, haught and proud: With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,

Duch. Who hath committed them?
This sickly land might solace, as before.

Mess. The mighty dukes,
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. Gloster and Buchingham.
3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their Q. Eliz. For what offence?
cloaks;

Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos’d;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Is all mukown to me, my gracious lady.
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind.
'Tis more, than we deserve, or I expect.

Insulting tyranny begins to jut
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : Upon the innocent and awless throne:
You cannot reason almost with a man

Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

I see, as in a map, the end of all.
3 Cit. Before the days of change still is it so: Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust How many of you have mine eyes beheld !
Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see

My husband lost his life, to get the crown,
The water swell before a boist'rous storm.

And often up and down my sons were tost,
But leave it all to God! Whither away?

For me to joy, and weep, their gain and loss :
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. And being seated, and domestic broils
3 Cit. And so was I ; P'll bear you company. [Exeunt. Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,

SCENEIV. - The same. A room in the palace. Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of Blood to blood, self 'gainst self: – 0, preposterous
York, Queen ELIZABETII, und the Duchess of York. And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen;
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Strat- Or let me die, to look on death no more!
ford;

Q. Eliz. Come,come, my boy, we will to sanctnary.--
And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Maclam, farewell!
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Duch. Stay, I will go with you.
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince. Q. Eliz. You have no canse.
I hope, he is much grown, since last I saw him. Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen.

Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York And thither bear your treasure and your goods !
Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. The seal I keep. And so betide to me,
Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow. As well I tender you, and all of yours !
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. Exeunt.
My uncle Rivers talk'd, how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster,
Small herbs have grace, greut weeds do grow apace:

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And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,

SCENET. The same. A street.
Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, G1.02

Duch.'Good faith,'good faith, the saying did not hold ster, Buckingham, Cardinul BOURCHER, and Others.
In him, that did object the same to thee:

Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your
He was the wretched’st thing, when he was young,

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Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign! Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:
The weary way hath made you melancholy. Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit

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Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way For your best health and recreation.
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:

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So I want more uncles here to welcome me. Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord ?

G! Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place,

Mos Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. No more can you distinguish of a man, Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported

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То Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Successively from age to age, he built it?

Yo Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Those uncles, which you want, were davgerous;
Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd;

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Ya Your grace attended to the sugar'd words,

Methinks, the truth shall live from age to age,
But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,

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To God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Even to the general all-ending day. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.

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GE Clo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet Prince. What say you, uncle?

Pyou. Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long.

Bate Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train.

Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,

Aside.

THE May. God bless your grace with health and happy I moralize two meanings in one word.) days!

Prince. That Julius Caesar was a famous man; Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and thank you with what his valour did enrich his wit,

B all.

[Exeunt Mayor, etc. His wit set down to make his valour live: I thought my mother, and my brother York, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;

TO Would long ere this have met us on the way. For now he lives in fame, though not in life. Fye, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.

B To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
Enter Hastings.

Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating I'll win our ancient right in France again, lord.

Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Prince. Welcome, my lord! What, will our mother Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. come?

(A side. Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, pot I, Enter YORK, Hastings, and the Cardinal. The queen your mother, and your brother York, Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of Have taken sanctuary. The tender prince

York. Would fain have come with me, to meet your grace,

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving But by his mother was perforce withheld.

brother? Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Is this of hers ? --- Lord cardinal, will your grace

Prince, Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is Persuade the queen, to send the duke of York Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Unto his princely brother presently?

Which by his death hath lost much majesty. If she deny, - lord Hastings, go with him, Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce! York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Card. My lord of Backingham, if my weak oratory You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Can from his mother win the duke of York, The prince my brother hath outgrowa me far. Anon expect him here! bụt if she be obdurate Glo. He hath, my lord. To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid,

York. And therefore is he idle? We should infringe the holy privilege

Glo. 0, my fair cousin, I must not say so:
of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I.
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;
Buck. You are too senseless obstinate, my lord,

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power in me, as in a kinsman. Too ceremonions, and traditional.

York, I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger! Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

Prince. A beggar, brother? The benefit thereof is always granted

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; To those, whose dealings have deserv'd the place, And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. And those, who have the wit to claim the place: Glo. A greater gift,'than that, I'll give my cousia. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it ; York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, York. 0 then, I see, you'll part but with light gists; You break no privilege, nor charter there.

In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.

York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Glo. What

, would you have my weapon, little lord?

York, I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. How?
Hast. I go, my lord.

York. Little.
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste yon Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk; -
may!

(Exeune Card. und Hastings. Uncle, your grace knows, how to bear with him. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,

to bear me, not to bear with me: Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? Uncle, my brother mocks both and me;

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Because that I am little, like an ape,
Il I may counsel yog, some day, or two,

He thinks, that you should bear me on your shoulders.

yours:

Dnce.

York. You mean,

you

Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.

We may digestour complots in some form. (Exeunt. Glo. My graciouslord, will't please you pass along? SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' house. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,

Enter a Messenger. Will to your mother; to entreat of her,

Mess. My lord, my lord, –

[Knocking To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Hast. (Within.) Who knocks? York. What, will you go unto the Tower, myl

y lord ? Mess. One from lord Stanley.
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Hast. [Within.) What is't o'clock ?
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.
Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear?

Enter Hastings.
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedions nights ?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Hast. And then, Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Mess. And then he sends yon word, he dreamt Bat come, my lord, and with a heavy heart, To-night the boar had rased off his helm : Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Besides, he says, there are two councils held; [Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cur- And that may be determin’d at the one, dinal, and Attendants.

Which may make you and him to rue at th’other. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleaWas not incensed by his subtle mother,

sure, To taunt and scorn you thuis opprobriously? If presently you will take horse with him, Glo. No doubt, no doubt. 0,'tis a parlous boy; And with all speed post with him toward the north, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;

To shun the danger that his soul divines. He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.

Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ! Buck. Well, let them rest!

Bid him not fear the separated councils : Come hither, gentle Catesby! thou art sworn His honour, and myself, are at the one; As deeply to effect what we interd,

And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; As closely to conceal what we impart:

Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;

Whereof I shall not have intelligence. What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance; To make William lord Hastings of our mind, And for his dreams-I wonder, he's so fond For the instalment of this poble duke

To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: In the seat royal of this famous isle?

To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Were to incense the boar to follow us,
That he will not be won to aught against him. And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
not he?

And we will both together to the Tower,
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Mess.I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.[Exit.
Catesby,

Enter CATESDY.
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord!
How he doth stand affected to our purpose;

Hast. Good morrow, Cateshy !you are early stirring: And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, What news, what news, in this our tottering state? To sit about the coronation.

Cate. It is a recling world, indeed, my lord; If than dost find him tractable to us,"

And, I believe, will never stand upright, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

Hast. How? wear the garland ? dost thou mean the Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,

crown? And give us notice of his inclination:

Cate. Ay, my good lord ! For we to-morrow hold divided councils,

Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.

shoulders. Glo.Commend me to lord William: tell him, Catesby, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd . His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

But canst thou guess, that he doth aim at it? To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;

Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you

forward And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Upon his party, for the gain thereof : Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. And, thereupon, he sends you this good news, Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly! That, this same very day, your enemies, Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Cate. You shall, my lord !

Because they have been still my adversaries: Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,

[Exit Catesby. To bar my master's heirs in true descent, Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we God knows, I will not do it, to the death. perceive

Cate. God keep your lordship in that gràcious mind! Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth Clo. Chop off his head, man; - somewhat we will hence, do:

That they, who brought me in my master's hate, And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me I live to lock upon their tragedy. The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Whereof the king my brother was possess’d. I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.

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