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my lord ?
at a table:
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, SCENE II. - Pomfret. Before the Castle.
llast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out Grey, and Vaughan, to execution.
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give thee up our guiltless blood to driok.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.
Riv. Then curs’d she Hastings, then curs'd she Buck I would be so triumphant as I am?
Then curs'd she Richard. O, remember, God,
And for my sister, and her princely sons,
Riv. Come, Grey, - come, Vaughan, - let us here
Buckinghau, Stanley, Hastings, the Bishop of ELY,
Xast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time ?
(Exeunt Stanley and Catesby. Lly. To-morrow then I judge a happy day;
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts, --
He knows no more of mine, thau I of yours;
Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :-
Lords Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
[Throwing him his purse. His gracious pleasure any way therein:
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Lly. In happy time, here comes the duke himself
Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all
, good morrow !
I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
, Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part, The men you talk of came into my mind,
I mean, your voice, — for crowning of the king.
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well
[Aside. I do beseech you, send for some of them.
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. (Exeunt.
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you! Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
[Takes him aside. Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Hast. O, bloody Richard! – miserable England !
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head;
[Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham.
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,-
And then again begin, and stop again,
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
Enter the Lord Olayor and CaresBY.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. - Lord Re-enter Glosten and BUCKINGHAM.
mayor, Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there! That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Buck. Hark, hark! a drum! Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailid
Glo. Catesby, o’erlook the walls ! Upon my body with their hellislı charms ? Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies!
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent for you, -Makes me most forward in this noble preseuce To doom the offenders. Whosoe'er they be,
Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us!
Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings's head. I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil,
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratclill, and Lovel. Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. And this is Edward's wife, that monstrons witch,
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a Christian ;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done!
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me!
traitor [Exeunt Council, with Gloster and
That ever liv’d. - Look you, my
Would you imagine, or almost believe, Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; (Were't not, that by great preservation For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;
This day, had plotted, in the council-house, But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, May. What! had he so ? And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels? As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. Or that we would, against the form of law, O, now I want the pricst that spake to me: Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; I now repent I told the pursuivant,
But that the extreme peril of the case, As too triumphing, how mine enemies
The peace of England, and onr persons' safoty, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, Enforc'd us to this execution ? And I myself secure in grace and favour.
Muy. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd his death; 0, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
And your good graces both have well proceeded, Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
To warn false traitors from the like attempts,
After he once fell in with mistress Shore,
Because, my lord, we would have had
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
Te The manner and the purpose of his treasons; When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. In That you might well have signified the same
(Exis. Unto the citizens, who, haply, may SCENE VII. – The same. Court of Baynard's Castle.
Ar Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
Enter Gloster and Buckinghau, meeting.
с May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall Glo. How now, how vow? what say the citizens?
B serve, Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
He As well, as I had seen, and heard him speak: The citizens are mum, say not a word.
Bu And do not doubt, right noble princes both, Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?
NO But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens Buck. I did; with his coạtráct with lady Lucy,
Во With all your just proceedings in this case. And his contract by deputy in France:
NO Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, The insatiate greediness of his desires,
Бn To avoid the censures of the carping world. And his enforcement of the city wives;
II Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, –
Та Yet witness what you hear we did intend: As being got, your father then in France;
ВА And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farwell. And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
3 [Exit Lord Mayor. Withal, I did infer your lineaments,Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham ! Being the right idea of your father,
1 The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post: Both in your form and nobleness of mind: There, at the meetest vantage of the time, Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
N Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
H Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
And, when my oratory grew to an end, Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry -- God save Richard, England's royal king!
1 Nay, for a need, thus far come near any person:
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence : My princely father, then had wars in France;
His answer was,
the people were not us'd And, by just computation of the time,
To be spoke to, but by the recorder. Found, that the issue was not his begot;
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again;Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Thus saith the dike, thus hath the duke inferr'd; Being nothing like the noble duke my father: But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off; When he had done, some followers of mine own, Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. At lower end o’the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
Buck. Doubt not, my lord ; I'll play the orator, And some ten voices cried: God save king Richard! As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
And thus I took the vantage of those few,Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu! Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I; Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's This general applåuse, and cheerful shout, castle';
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard: Where
shall find me well accompanied, And even here brake off, and came away. With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. Glo. What tongueless' blocks were they! Would Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, they not speak? Look for the news that the Guild-hall ailords. Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?
(Exit Buckingham. Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend some fear; Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw, Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: Go thou (To Cat.) to friar Penker; – bid them both And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. And stand between two churchmen, good my lord;
[Exeunt Lovel and Catesby. For on that ground I'll make a holy descant: Now will I in, to take some privy order
And be not easily won to our requests ;
No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads! the lord mayor knocks !
Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
Welcome, my lord! I dance attendance here; That it may be to-day read o’er in Paul's.
I think, the duke will not be spoke withal. – And mark how well the sequel hangs together:
Enter, from the Castle, CaTESBY. Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request
? For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me; Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, The precedent was full as long a doing:
To visit him to-morrow, or next day:
Divinely bent to meditation;
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen, And kingly government of this your land:
Or lowly factor for another's gain;
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,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree, or your condition :
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
friends. Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Therefore, - to speak, and to avoid the first;
Definitively, thus I answer you.
And that my path were even to the crown,
[Exit Catesby. So mighty and so many my defects,
That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me; May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two cler- (And much I need to help you, if need were ; ) gymen!
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Will well become the seat of majesty,
And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
On him 1 lay what you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars, –
Which, God defend, that I should wring from him!
Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace; of thy devotion, and right christian zeal.
But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
You say, that Edward is your brother's son ;
So say we too, but not by Edward's wife:
For first he was contract to lady Lucy,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
More bitterly could I expostulate,
I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
From the corruption of abusing time,
Unto a lineal true-derived course.
Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love! Which to recure, we heartily solicit
Cate. O, make them joyful, grant their lawfalcnit! Your gracious self to take on you the charge Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me?
For I am unfit for state and majesty:
I may not suffer you to visit them;
Besid Buck. If you refuse it, as in love and zeal, Brak. I mean, the lord protector.
Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
Іer Which we have noted in
kindred, Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them, And equally, indeed, to all estates, Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:
Duc Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no,
Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, Your brother's son shall never reign our king; And take thy office from thee, on thy peril.
Got But we will plant some other in your throne,
Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so;
Gott And, in this resolution, here we leave you;
[Exit Brakenbury. Come, citizens, we will entreat no more!
I to (Exeunt Buckingham and Citizens. Stun. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
Eigh Cate.Gall them again, sweet prince,accept their suit! And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, Jf you deny them, all the land will rne it.
And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? Come, madan, you must straight to Westminster, Well, call them again! I am not made of stone,
[To the Duchess of Gloster.
Pitr But penetrable to your kind entreaties,(Exit Catesby. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
WI Albeit against my conscience and my soul.- Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
Pou Re-enter Buckingham, and the rest. That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Red Cousin of Buckingham, -and sage, grave men, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.
for Since you will buckle fortune on my back, Anne. Despiteful tidings ! O unpleasing news!
So To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no,
Dor. Be of good cheer! -- Mother, how fares your I must have patience to endure the load:
grace? But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, l. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone!
Flo Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me Thy mother's name is ominous to children:
K. From all the impure blots and stains thereof; If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
B For God he knows, and you may partly see, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell!
K How far l am from the desire of this ! Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house,
An Dlay. God bless your grace! we see it, and will Lest thou increase the number of the dead!
BUL And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Or Glo. În saying so, you shall but say the truth. Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen! Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title, Stan. Full ofwise care is this your counsel, madam!Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
Tc All, Amen! You shall have letters from me to my son
O my accursed womb, the bed of death;
[To the Bishops. Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! Farewell, good cousin !- Farewell, gentle friends! Stan. Come, madam, come! I in all haste was sent.
(Exeunt. Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go.
0, would to God! that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
. Go, go, poor soul! I envy not thy glors ; Duchess of Gloster, leading Lady Margaret Piar- To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm, TAGENET, CLARENCE's young Daughter.
Anne. No! why? - When he, that is
Which issued from my other angel husband,
And that dead saint, which then I weeping follow'd;
0, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And be thy wife (if any be so mad,)
More miserable by the life of thee,
Lo! ere I can repeat this curse again,