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S C Ε Ν Ε III.
Before Lord Hastings's House.
Enter a M.Tenger to the door of Hastings.
MA?!. My Lord, my Lord,-
Hift. withi z.] Who knocks?
nell. One from Lord Stanley.
Hift. Wat is't o'clock?
mull. L'pon the stroke of four.

Enter Lord Hastings.
Hoft. Cannot thy master sleepihese tedious nights?
Mell. So it apptars, by what I have to say.
Firít, he commends him to your noble self.

Hift. What then?

Meff. Then certifies your Lordship, that this night He dream'd the Boar had raled off his helm. Besides, he says, there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to sue at th' other. Therefore he lends to know your Lordship's plea-. If you will presenıly take horse with him, (lure, And with all speed post with him tow'rds the north, To mun the danger that his foul divines.

Haft. Go, fellow, go, returry 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 Caresby, Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance; . Ana for his dreams, I wonder he's so fond To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers. To fly the boar before the boar puriues, 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 boin together to the Tower, Where he thall see the boar will use us kindly. Melly I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you lay.

(Exit.

Enter Catesby.
Cater. Many good niorrows to my noble Lord !
Haft. Good morrow, Catesby: you are early

ftirring.
What news, what news, in this our tott'ring state I

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? dont thou mean

the crown?
Cateľ. Ay, my good Lord.
Haft. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my

shoulders,
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac’d.
Bụt canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

Catef: Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for-
Upon his party for the gain thereof; [ward
And thereupon he sends you this good news!
That this same 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 twelvemonth

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 fome packing that yet think not on’t.

Catef. 'l'is a vile thing to die, my gracious Lord,
When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.

Haft. () monstrous, monstrous! and fo falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray; and fo 'twill do
With foine men elle, who think themselves as safe.
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

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For they account his head upon the bridge. [-Aside. E Hast. I know they do; and I have well destrv'd it.

Enter Lord Stanley. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go to unprovided ? Stan. My Lord, good morrow'r and good mor..

row, Catesby.
You may jest on, but by the holy rood
I do not like these several counsels, I.

Haft. My Lord,
I hold my life as dear as you yours;
And never in my days, I do proteft,..
Was it fo precious to me as 'tis now:
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be fo 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 miltrust;
But yet, you see how soon the day o'ercast.
This sudden stab of rancour 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.-

what, my Lord ?
To-day the Lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stan. They for their truth might better wear

their heads,
Than fome that have accus'd them wear their hats.
-But come, my Lord, away.

Enter a Pursuivant..
Hast. 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 Lordihip 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 I was going prisoner to the Tower, Bv the suggestion of the Queen's allies; Bilt now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself),

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This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e'er I was.

Purs. God hold it to your honour's good conteni!
Hast. Gramercy, fellow; there, drink that for me.

[Throws him his purse.
Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant.

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

Honour.
Hast. I thank thee, good Sir Johin, with all

my I'm in your debt for your last exercise : [heart, Come the next sabbath, and I will content you.

[He whispers.
Enter Buckingham.
Buck. What, talking with a priest, Lord Cham-

berlain ?
Your friends at Pomfret they do need a priest,
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The inen 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 Lordship therice.

Haft. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
Buck. And supper too, although thou know'N it
not.

[Aside.
Come, will you go?

Haft. I'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt

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SCE N E IV.

Changes to Pomfret Castle.
Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying

Lord Rivers, Lord Richard 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 A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. [you, Vaugh. You live that shall cry woe for this here

after. 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 flander 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 Itabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Richard, curs'd she Buck-

ingham,
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 fatisfy'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.

[They embrace. Farewell, until we meet again in heav'n. [Exeunt.

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Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Èly.

Catesby, Lovel, with others, at a table. Haft. Now, noble Peers, the cause why we are Is to determine of the coronation.

[met, k? 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 Proiector's mind

herein ?
Who is most inward with the noble Duke?

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