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Glo. Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder,
His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holbourne,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there ;
I do beseech you, fend for some of them.
Ely. Marry, and will, my Lord, with all my heart. .
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 son, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Buck. Withdraw your self a while, I'll
[Exeunt Gloucester and Buckingham.
Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph:
To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
For I my self am not so well provided,
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd
Re-enter Bishop of Ely.
Ely. Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloʻster?
I have + sent straitway for these strawberries.
Haft. His Grace looks chearfully and smooth this morn-
There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When that he bids good-morrow with such spirit.
I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom
Can lefser hide his love or hate than he ;
For by his face strait shall you know his heart.
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he shew'd to-day?
Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended:
For were he, he had shewn it in his looks.
Re-enter Gloucester and Buckingham.
Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of 4 sent for
Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevailed
Upon my body with their hellish charms.
Haft. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord,
Makes me most forward in this Princely presence,
To doom th' 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, itrumpet 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,
Manent Lovel and Catesby, with the Lord Hastings.
Haft, Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have prevented this :
Stanley did dream the boar did rase our helms,
But I did scorn it, and disdain to fly;
Three times to-day my foot-cloth-horse did stumble,
And started when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loth to bear me to the Naughter-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 my self secure in grace and favour.
Oh Marg'ret, Marg’ret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cates. Come, come, dispatch; the Duke would be at
Make a short Ihrift, he longs to see your head,
Haft. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope 5 !in th' 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.
Haft. Oh bloody Richard! miserable England! I prophesie the fearfulst 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.
Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rufty Armour,
Glo.CoME, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy
Murther thy breath in middle of a word,
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
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,
At any time to grace my stratagems.
Glo. Here comes the Mayor.
Enter the Lord Mayor, attended.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Buck. Hark, a drum!
Glo. 6 /Some one o'erlook the walls.
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.
Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us!
Enter Lovel and Catesby with Hastings's bead. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Catesby 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 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'ft shelter'd traitor-
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
(Were't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it) that the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house,
To murther me and my good Lord of Gloʻster?
Mayor. What? had he fo?
Glo. What! think you we are Turks or infidels ?
Or that we would, against the form of law,
Proceed thus rafhly to the villain's death
But that the extream peril of the cafe,
The peace of England, and our person's safety
Enforc'd us to this execution ?
Mayor. Now fair befall 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 Sbore.
Buck. 6 Catesby
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,
Something against our meaning hath prevented;
Because, my Lord,, we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and tim'rously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons :
That you might well have signify'd the same
Unto the citizens, who haply may
Misconftrue us in him, and wail his death.
Mayor. ?'Tut! my good Lord, your Grace's word
As well as I had seen and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble Princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens,
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wilh'd your Lordship here,
T'avoid the cenfures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you come too late of our intent,
Yet witness what you hear we did intend :
And so, my good Lord Mayor, we bid farewel.
Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The Mayor towards Guild-Hall 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 unto their servants, daughters, wives,
Ev'n where his ranging eye, or savage heart,
Without controul, lufted to make a prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :
Tell them, when that my mother went with child ·
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