To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? 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. 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? Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you what, my lord? 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. Enter a Pursuivant. Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt STAN. and CATES. How now, sirrah? 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'st me last where now we meet: Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, By the suggestion of the queen's allies; Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good content! Purs. I thank your honour. Enter a Priest. [Exit Purs. Pr. Well met, my lord: I am glad to see your honour. I am in your debt for your last exercise; Come the next sabbath, and I will content you. Enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain ? Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there: Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Enter RATCLIFF, with a Guard, conducting RIVERS, 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! Ŏ 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: We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. 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 Buckingham, Then curs'd she Richard:-O, remember, God, brace: Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. [Exeunt. 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 Is to determine of the coronation: In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? 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; Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; Ely. 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, My absence doth neglect no great design, Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be bolder; I saw good strawberries in your garden there; Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. [Takes him aside. 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 child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. [Exeunt GLO. and Buck. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; For I myself 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 protector? I have sent For these strawberries. Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morn ing; There's some conceit or other likes him well, Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For, were he, he had shown 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, And this is Edward's wife, that- monstrous witch, Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord, [Exeunt Council, with GLO, and BUCK.. Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; For I, too fond, might have prevented this: |