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Enter GLOSTER, BOOKINGHAM, STANLEY, 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the HastinoS, RATCLIFF, and Others.

better: Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. To wail the dimming of our shining star;

Enter another Citizen. But none can cure their harms by wailing 3 Cil. Neighbours, God speed ! them.

1 Cic.

Give you good morrow, sir. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good King EdI did not see your grace:- Humbly on my knee ward's death?

(while ! I crave your blessing.

2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous thy breast,


[shall reign. Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a man

child! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;

[Aside. That, in his nonage, council under him, I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrow. No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. ing peers,

1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Was crown'd at Paris but at nine months old. Now cheer each other in each other's love: 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, Though we have spent our harvest of this king,

God wot; We are to reap the harvest of his son.

For then this land was famously enrich'd The broken rancour or your high swoln hearts, With politick grave counsel; then the king Put lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. Must gently be preserv’d, cherish'd, and kept; 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father Me seemneth gox, that, with some little train, and mother.

(father; Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his fetch'd

Or, by his father there were none at all : Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Kiv. Why with some little train, my lord of Will touch us all too near, if God prevent it not. Buckingham?

O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and The new-heal'd wound of inalice should break proud : out;

And were they to be ruld, and not to rule, Which would be so much the more dangerous, This sickly land might soluce as before. By how much the estate is green and yet un- 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst: all govern'd:

will be well. Where every horse bears his commanding rein, 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on And may direct his course as please himself,

their cloaks; As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; In my opinion, ought to be prevented. When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?

Gio I hope, the king made peace with all of us; Untimely storins make men expect a dearth And the compact is firm, and true, in me. All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. Yet, since it is but green, it should be put 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: To no apparent likelihood of breach,

You cannot reason almost with a man Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd, That looks not heavily, and full of dread. Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Hlast. And so say I,

Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine The water swell before a boist'rous storm. Who they shall be that straight shall post to But leave it all to God. Whither away? Ludlow.

2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. Madam, and you my mother, -will you go 3 Cil. And so was I; I'll bear you company. To give your censures in this weighty business?

(Exeunt. (Eseunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER. SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the Place. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, Enter the Archbishor of York, the young DUKE For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,

OF YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS Asindex to the story we late talk'd of, (prince.

Or YORK, To part the queen's proud kindred from the Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, Stratford ; My oracle, my prophet!-My dear cousin, And at Northampton they do rest to-night: 1, as a child, will go by thy direction.

To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince;

(Exeunt. I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. SCENE III. The Same. A Street.

Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of

Enter two Citizens, meeting.

Ilath almost overta'en him in his growth. 1 Cil. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. away so fasi ?

Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to 2 Cit. I promise you I scarcely know myself; grow

(slipper, lear you the news abovali

York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at i Cit.

Yes; the king's dead. My uncle Rivers talk d how I did grow

Art Third.

More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle And thither, bear your treasure and your goods Gloster,

For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Small herbs have grace; great reeds do grow apace: The seal I keep; And so betide to me, And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, As well I tender you, and all of yours! Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary, haste (not hold

Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did
In him that did object the same to thee:
He was the wretched'st thing, when he was
So long a growing, and so leisurely, (young:
That, if his rule were true, he should be graci-

SCENE I. London. A Street.

Enter the PRINCE OP
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious The Trumpets sound.
Duch. I hope he is: but yet let mothers doubt.

WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL York. Now, by my troth, if I had been re

BOURCHIER, and Others. member'd,

Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,

your chamber.

[vereiga: To touch liis growth, nearer than he touch'd Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' somine.

(me hear it. The weary way hath made you melancholy. Dich. How, my young York? I prythee, let Prince: No, uncle; but our crosses on the way York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Hath made it tedious, wearisome, and heary: That he could guaw a crust at two hours old; I want more uncles here to welcome me. 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

years Dutch. I priythee, pretty York, who told thee Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: York. Grandam, his nurse.

[this? No more can yon distinguish of a man, Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere thou Than of his outward show; which, God be wast born.


knows, York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; shrewd.

(child. Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.

God keep you from them, and from such false Enter a Messenger.

friends! Arch.

Here comes a messenger: Prince. God keep me from false friends; but What news?

they were none.

[greet you. Mess. Such news, my lord,

Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to As grieves me to unfoid.

Enter the Lord Mayor and his Train. 0. Elis.

How doth the prince? May. God bless your grace with health and Mess. Well, madam, and in health.

happy days! Duch.

What is thy news? Prince. I thank you, good my lord;--and thank Mess. Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey, are sent

you all.

(Exeunt Mayor, c. to Pomfret,

I thought, my mother, and my brother York. With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Would long ere this have met us on the way: Duch. Who hath committed them ?

Fye, what a slug is lastings! that he comes not Mess.

The mighty dukes, To tell us whether they would come, or no. Gloster and Buckingham.

Enter HASTINGS. Q. Eliz.

For what offence ? Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweatVess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;

ing lord.

(mother come? Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Prince. Welcome, my lord : What, will our Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I,

Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The queen your mother, and your brother York, The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hiud; Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince Insulting tyranny begins to jut

Would fain have come with me to meet your Upon the innocent and awless throne :

grace, Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre ! But by his mother was perforce withheld. I see, as in a map, the end of all,

Buck, Fye! what an indirect and peevish Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! course How many of you have mine eyes beheld ? Is this of hers ?-Lord cardinal, will your grace My husband logt his life to get the crown; Persuade the queen to send the duke of York And often up and down my sons were tost, Unto his princely brother presently? For me to joy, and weep, their gain and loss; If she deny,-Lord Hastings, go with him, And being seated, and domestic broils

And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, oratory Blood to blood, self 'gainst self :-0, prepos- Can from his mother win the duke of York, terous,

Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen; To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Or let me die to look on death no more!

We should infringe the holy privilege Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Madam, farewell.

[sanctuary.-- Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. Duch.

Stay, I will go with you, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Q. Eliz. You have no canse.

Too ceremonious, and traditional : Arch.

My gracions lady, go, Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, [To the Queen. You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

The benefit thereof is always granted And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, Glo. A greatergiitthantliat I'll give mycousiu. And those who have the wit to claim the place : York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor de- Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. serv'd it;

York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: gifts : Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. You break no privilege nor charter there. G'o. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;

York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Conce.- Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little Card. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind for lord ?

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

Glo. How? Prince. Good lordes, make all the speed y haste York. Little.

you may (Exeunt Cardinal and Hast. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,

talk; Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with hini.

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. York. You mean to bear me, not to bear witi If I may counsel you, some day, or two,

me:Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Unele, my brother mocks both you and me; Then where you please, and shall be thought Because that I am little, like an apo, For your best health and recreation. [most fit He thinks that you should bear me on your Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:-- shoulders.

(reasons; Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Buck. With what a sharp provided wit he Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, place;

He prettily and aptly taunts himselt: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. (along?

Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass Successively from age to age, he built it? Myself, and my good consin Buchingham,

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. (terd; Will to your mother; to entreat of her, Prince. But say, my lord, it were not regis- To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my As 'twere retaild to all posterity,

loril? Even to the general all-ending day.

Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. long.

(Asicie. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? Prince. What say yon, uncle ?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, 1


Prince. I fear no uncles dead. I moralize two meanings in one word.)

Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man, Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. With what his valour did enrich his wit, But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, His wit set down to make his valour live. Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; [Exeunt Prince, YONK, HASTINGS, Cardinal, For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

and Attendants. I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.- Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Buck. What, my gracious lord ?

Was not incensed by his subtle mother, (York Prince. An if I live until I be a man, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? I'll win our ancient right in France again, Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0,'tis a parlous bor; Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; Glo. Short sunmers lightly have a forward lle's all the mother's, from the top to toe. spring.

[Aside. Buck. Well, let them rest.Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke As deeply to effect what we intend, of York.

(brother? As closely to conceal what we impart: Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Theu know'stour reasons urg'd upon the way :Turk. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you what think'st thou? is it not an easy matter now.

To make William Lord Hastings of our mind, Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: For the instalment of this noble duke Too late he died that might have kept that title, In the seat royal of this famous isle? (prince, Which by his death hath lost much majesty, Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the

Gio, low fares our cousin, noble lord of York? That he will not be won to aught against him.

York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:

will not he? The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Cate, He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Gh. He hath, my lord.

Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle York.

And therefore is he idle? Catesby, Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings, York. Then is he more beholden to you, thanl. How he doth stand affected to our prirpose;

Glo. He inay command me, as my sovereign; And summon him tomorrow to the Tower, But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. To sit about the coronation,

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. If thou dost tind him tractable to us,
Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
Prince. A beggar, brother?

[heart. If he be leaden, iev, cold, unwilling,
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,

it out

And give us notice of his inclination :

Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early For we to-morrow hold divided councils,


(state? Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd, What news, what news, in this our tottering Glo, Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Catesby,

And, I believe, will never stand upright, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Till Richard wear the garland of the realın. To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; Hast. How ! wear the garland? dost thou mean And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Cate. Ay, my good lord. (the crown? Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.

Hast. l'll have this crown of mine cut from Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business my shoulders, soundly.

[can. Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed 1 But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we Cate. Ay, on life; and hopes to find you Cate, You shall, my lord.

(sleep? Upon his party, for the gain thereof : [forward Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us And thereupon he sends you this good news,both.

(Eril Catesby. That, this same very day, your enemies, Buck, Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. perceive

Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Because they have been still my adversaries : Glo, Chop off his head, man ;--somewhat we But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, will do:

To bar my master's heirs in true descent, Ard, look, when I am king, claim thou of me God knows, I will not do it, to the death. The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.


(hence, Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hand.

That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Glo. And look to have it yielded with all I live to look upon their tragedy. kindness.

Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. We may digest our complots in some form. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,

[Eceunt. When men are unprepard, and look not for it.

Hast. O, monstrous, monstrous! and so falls SCENE II. Defore Lord Hastings' House. Enter a Messenger.

With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Mess. My lord, my lord,

(Knocking. With some men eise, who think themselves as Host, [Within.) Who knocks?

sale Mess.

One from Lord Stanley. As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear Hast. (Within.) What is't o'clock?

To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.

Cate. The princes both make high account Enter Hastings. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious For they account his head upon the bridge. nights ?

[-side. Mess. So it should seem, by that I have to say. Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deFirst, he commends him to your noble lordship. serv'd it. Hast. And then,

Enter STANLEY. M ss. And then he sends you word, he dreamt Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, To-night the boar hath rased off his helm :

man? Besides, he says, there are two councils held; Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? And that may be deterinin'd at the one,

Sun. My lord, good morrow; and good morWhich maymake you and him to rue at the other. row, Catesby : Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, pleasure,

I do not like these sereral councils, I. If presently, you will take horse with him, Host. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you And with all speed post with him toward the And never, in my life, I do protest, [do yours; north,

Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: To shun the danger that his soul divines. Think you, but that I know our state secure

Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; I would be so triumphant as I am ?
Bid him not fear the separated councils: Slan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode
His honour, and myself, are at the one;

from London,

[sure, And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast. Tell him, his fears are shallow, wantinginstance: This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; And for his dreams--I wonder, he's so tond Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,


[what, my lord ? Were to incense the boar to follow us,

Hant. Come, come, have with you.- Wot you And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Today, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Go bid thy master rise and come to me;

Suan. They, for their truth, might better wear And we will both together to the Tower,

their heads,

(hats, Where, he shall sce, the boar will use us kindly. Than somo that have accus'd them, wear their Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you But come, my lord, let's away. say.


Enter e Pursuivant.
Enter Catesby.

Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! fellow. [Excunt Stan.arul CATENDY.

of you,

How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. Purs. The better, that your lordship please to BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, I AStings, the Bishop

ask. last. I tell thee, man,'tis better with me now,

of Lly, Catesby, Lovel, and Others, sitting

at a Table ; Officers of the Council attending. Than when thou met'st me last where now we Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, (meet:

Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we Hy the suggestion of the queen's allies;

Is-to determine of the coronation: are met But now I tell thee (keep it to thyself),

In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? This day those enemies are put to death,

Buck. Are all things ready for that royaltime? And I in better state than ere I was. (content!

Stan. They are; and wants but nomination. Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good

Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Hast. Gramercy, fellow; There, drink that

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's miud for me.

herein ? [Throwing him kis purse. Who is most inward with the noble duke ? Purs. I thank your honour,

[Exit Pursuivant. Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.

{hearts,-Entr a Priest. Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;

Buck. We know each other's faces; for our honour.

(my heart. Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all Lord 'llastings, you and he are near in love.

Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine : I am in your debt for your last exercise; Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. But, for his purpose in the coronation, well;

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me Entr BUCKINGHAM. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham-llis gracious pleasure any way therein:

I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd berlain? Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; And in the duke's behale l'il give my voice,

But you, my noble lord, may name the time; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy

Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.

Enter GLOSTER. man, The men you talk of came into my mind.

Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke

himself. What, go you toward the Tower? [there:

(morrow : Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay

Glo. My noble lords and cousins all, good I shall return before your lordship thence.

I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
Hast. Nas, like enough, for I staydinner there. My absence doth neglect no great design,
Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st Which by my presence might have been con-

it not.


Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my Come, will you go? Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your



I mean, your voice,- for crowning of the king. SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Castle. Glo. Than my Lord Hastings, no man might

be bolder;

(well.-Enler RATCLIFF, with a Guard, conducting Rivers, His lordship knows me well, and loves me GREY, and VAUGHAN, to Execution.

My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners, I saw good strawberries in your garden there;

Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee I do beseech you, send for some of them. To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die, (this,- Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.


[Exit Ely. Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. of you!

(Takes him aside. A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business; Puugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this And finds the testy gentleman so hot, hereafter.

That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Ral. Despatch ; the limit of your lives is out. His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,

Riv. o Pomfret, Pomfret!' ( thou bloody Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Fatal and ominous to noble peers! (prison, Buck. Withraw yourself awhile, I'll go with Within the guilty closure of thy walls,

youi. (Exeunt G LOSTER and BuckINGHAM. Richard the Second here was back'd to death : Stan. We have not yet set down this day of And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,

triumph. We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our For I myself am not so well provided, heads,

As else I would be, were the day prolong d. When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you and I,

Re-enter the BISHOP OF ELY. For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. Ely. Where is my lord protoctor? I have sent liv. Then curs d she Hastings, then curs' For these strawberries, she Buckinghain,

Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth Then curs'd she Richard :--0, remember, God, this morning; To hear her prayers for them, as now for us! There's some conceit or other likes him well, And for my sister, and her princely sons - When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. De satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods, I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt! Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;

Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate. For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,--let us Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his here ein brace:

By any likelihood he show'd to-day? [face, Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. llast. Marry, that with no man here he is

(Exeunt. offended;

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