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Whereof I shall not have intelligence:
Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance;
And for his dreams, I wonder he's so fond
To trust the mock’ry 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.
Mes. I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you say. (Exit.

Enter Catesby.
Cates. Many good morrows to my noble Lord!

Hajt. Good morrow, Catesby, you are early stirring:
What news, what news in this our tott'ring state?.

Cates. It is a reeling world indeed, my Lord; And I believe will never stand upright, 'Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

Hast. How! wear the garland? dost thou mean the crown? Cates. Ay, my good Lord.

Hajt. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

Cates. Ay, on my life, and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party, for the gain thereof;
And thereupon he sends you this good news,
That this fame very day your enemies,
The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.

Haft. Indeed I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries ;
But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows I will not do it, to the death.

Cates. God keep your Lordship in that gracious mind!

Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,
That they who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.



Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.

Catef. '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, Gray; and so 'twill do
With some men elfe, who think themselves as fafe
As thou and I, who as thou know'st are dear
To Princely Richard and to Buckingham.

Cates. The Princes both make high account of you---For they account his head upon the bridge. [Afide.

Haft. I know they do, and I have well desery'd it,

Enter Lord Stanley

Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided? [Catesby;

Stan. My Lord, good-morrow; and good-morrow,
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
I do not like these several councils, I.

Haft. My Lord, I hold my life as dear as yours,
And never in my days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as ’tis now;
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?

Stan, The Lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
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'er-cast.
This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt ;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
What, shall we tow'rd the Tower? the day is spent.

Hast. Come, come, have with you: wot ye what, my To-day the Lords you talk of are beheaded. (Lord?

Stań They, for their truth, might better wear their heads, Than fome that have accus'd them wear their hats. But come, my Lord, away.

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Enter a Pursuivant.
Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow.

[Exeunt Lord Stanley and Catesby. Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee?

Purs. The better, that your Lordship please to ask.

Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,
Than when thou met'it me last where now we meet;
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the Queen's allies.
But now I tell thee, keep it to thy self,
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e'er I was.

Purs. God hold it to your honours good content!
Haft. Gramercy, fellow; there drink that for me.

(Throws him his purse. Purs, I thank your honour.

Enter a Priest.
Priest. Well met, my Lord, I'm glad to see your honour.

Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart;
I'm in your debt for your last exercise :
Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. (He whispers.

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.

Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you tow'rd the Tower?

Buck. I do, my Lord, but long I shall not stay;
I shall return before your Lordfhip thence.

Haft. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.

Buck. And supper too, altho' thou know'st it not. [-Afide. Come, will you go? Hast. I'll wait

upon your Lordship. [Exeuni.

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Pomfret-Castle. Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying Lord

Rivers, Lord Gray, and Sir Thomas Vaughan to death. 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.

Gray. God keep the Prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers.

Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

Riv. o Pomfret, 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 to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

Gray. Now Marg'ret's curse is fall’n upon our heads,
When the exclaim'd on Hastings, You, and I,
For standing by when Richard stab'd her son.

Riv. Then curs’d she Richard, curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs'd she Hastings. O remember, God! To hear her prayer for them, as now for us: As for my sister and her Princely fons, Be satisfy'd, dear God! with our true blood; Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.

Rat. Make haste, 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.

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Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Catesby,

Norfolk, Ratcliff, Lovel, with others, at a table.
Hap.NOW: noble Pers, 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?
Stan. They are, and want but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.

Buck. Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein? Who is most inward with the noble Duke?

Ely. Your Grace, we think, should soonest 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 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 founded 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,

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 Neeper ; but I trust
My absence doth neglect no great design,
Which by my presence might have been concluded.

Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my Lord, William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part, I mean your voice for crowning of the King.


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