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S C Ε Ν Ε III.
Enter Lord Hastings.
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.
Cates. It is a reeling world, indeed, my Lord;
Catef: Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for-
Haft. Indeed I am no mourner for that news,
Catef. 'l'is a vile thing to die, my gracious Lord,
Haft. () monstrous, monstrous! and fo falls it out
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..
Haft. My Lord,
what, my Lord ?
Enter a Pursuivant..
[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),
This day those enemies are put to death,
Purs. God hold it to your honour's good conteni!
[Throws him his purse.
Enter a Priest.
my I'm in your debt for your last exercise : [heart, Come the next sabbath, and I will content you.
Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
Buck. I do, my Lord, but long I shall not stay :
Haft. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
Haft. I'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt
SCE N E IV.
Changes to Pomfret Castle.
Lord Rivers, Lord Richard Gray, and Sir Thomas
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
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.
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?