Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be bolder; His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.- Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. [Exit Ely. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business; you. [Exeunt Glo'ster and Buckingham. Stan. We have not yet set, down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; 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 morning; There's some conceit or other likes him well, When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he; Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. Re-enter Glo'ster 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 Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strum pet, Talk'st thou to me of ifs?-Thou art a traitor:- Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;— [Exeunt Council, with Glo'ster and Buckingham. Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; For I, too fond, might have prevented this: Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stum ble, And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, Cates. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner; Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in 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, despatch; 'tis bootless to ex claim. Hast. O, bloody Richard!-miserable England! I prophecy the fearful'st 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. SCENE V. THE SAME. THE TOWER-WALLS. Enter Glo'ster and Buckingham, in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favour'd. Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour? Murder thy breath in middle of a word,— As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror? But what, is Catesby gone? Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby. Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.—Lord mayor, Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there. Buck. Hark, hark! a drum. Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for you, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us! Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings's head. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, 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't 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 show of virtue, I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,- suspect. Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels? Or that we would, against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; Ꮐ |