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Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.
Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. (Aside.)
Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word.
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his valour live: Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life.I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. Buck. What, my gracious lord?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. (Aside.)
Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. [brother? Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my lord. York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me, as in a kinsman.
York.I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother?
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? [call me. York. I would, that I might thank you as you Glo. How? York. Little. [talk ;Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along?
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Attendants.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them rest
Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings,
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? Cate. You shall, my lord.
Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. [Exit Catesby. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we will do:
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Before Lord Hastings' House. Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, my lord,-
If presently, you will take horse with him,
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils : His honour, and myself, are at the one; And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance: And for his dreams-I wonder, he's so fond To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, Were to incense the boar to follow us, And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; And we will both together to the Tower, Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. [Exit.
Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, Catesby:I do not like these several councils, I.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; And never, in my life, I do protest, Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: Think you, but that I know our state secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?
Upon his party, for the gain thereof:
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,-
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Cale.The princes both make high account of you,For they account his head upon the bridge. (Aside.) Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'dit.
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,
To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads,
Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. But come, my lord, let's away.
Cate. Ay, my good lord.
Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
Enter a Pursuivant.
Hust. Go on before, I'll talk with this good [Exeunt Stan. and Catesby. How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask. Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet: Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, By the suggestion of the queen's allies; But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,) This day those enemies are put to death, And I in better state than ere I was.
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good content! Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for (Throwing him his purse.) Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. Enter a Priest.
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?
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay I shall return before your lordship thence. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it (Aside.)
not. Come, will you go? Hast.
I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Pomfret. Before the Castle. Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to execution. Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,— To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out. Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
Then curs'd she Richard :-O, remember, God,
Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Tower. BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop of ELY, CATESBY, LOVEL, and others, sitting at a table: officers of the council attending.
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
Who is most inward with the noble duke?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. [hearts, Buck. We know each other's faces: for our He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine:— Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; But, for his purpose in the coronation, I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd His gracious pleasure any way therein: But you, my noble lord, may name the time; And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good
I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
For I myself am not so well provided,
Re-enter Bishop of ELY.
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent For these strawberries, [morning; Hast. His grace looks cheerfully 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. Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood he shew'd to-day?
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offended;
For, 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 tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they 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: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,
Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Talk'st thou to me of ifs?-Thou art a traitor :Off with his head:-now, by saint Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same. Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done; The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me. [Exeunt Council, with Gloster and Buckingham.
Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for 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. Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. O, now I want 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. O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner;
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.
Hast. O, bloody Richard!-miserable England! I prophecy the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.
[Exeunt. SCENE V-The same. The Tower Walls. Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured. Glo. Come, cousin, caust thou quake, and change thy colour?
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,—
he brings the mayor along. Enter the Lord Mayor and CATESBY. Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with Hastings's head. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Lovel.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. 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: So smooth he daub'd his vice with shew of virtue, That, his apparent open guilt omitted,I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, Would you imagine, or almost believe, (Were't not, that by great preservation We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor This day had plotted, in the council-house, To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? May. What! had he so?
Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels? Or that we would, against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Enforc'd us to this execution?
May. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd his death; And your good graces both have well proceeded, To warn false traitors from the like attempts. I never look'd for better at his hands, After he once fell in with mistress Shore.
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, Until your lordship came to see his end; Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented: Because, my lord, we would have had you heard The traitor speak, and timorously confess The manner and the purpose of his treasons That you might well have signified the same Unto the citizens, who, haply, may Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent,
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham. The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post :There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Only for saying-he would make his son Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, And bestial appetite in change of lust; Which stretch'd unto their servants, Even where his raging eye, or savage heart, Without controul, listed to make his prey. Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:Tell them, when that my mother went with child Of that insatiate Edward, noble York, My princely father, then had wars in France; And, by just computation of the time, Found, that the issue was not his begot; Which well appeared in his lineaments, Being nothing like the noble duke my father: Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off; Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator, As if the golden fee, for which I plead, Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's castle;
Where you shall find me well accompanied,
[Exit Buckingham. Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw,Go thou (to Cat.) to friar Penker;-bid them both Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. [Exeunt 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. [Exit. SCENE VI.-A Street.
Enter a Scrivener.
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings; Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. And mark how well the sequel hangs together :— Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ; The precedent was full as long a doing: And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty. Here's a good world the while!-Who is so gross, That cannot see this palpable device? Yet who so bold, but says-he sees it not? Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. [Exit. SCENE VII.-The same. Court of Baynard's Castle. Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, meeting. Glo. How now, ,how now? what say the citizens? Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The citizens are mum, say not a word.
Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; Would
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come!
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
Enter, from the castle, CATESBY.
Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request?
When holy and devout religious men
Enter GLOSTER, in a gallery above, between two
May. See where his grace stands 'tween two
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince,
Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal.
And all good men of this ungovern'd isle.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence,
On our entreaties to amend your fault!
And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd,
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you re-
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Ed-
Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert
Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled | Unmeritable, shuns your high request.