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Q. Eliz.

3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall so long a growing, and so leisurely, reign.

That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.

2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; Duch, I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. That in this nonage,' council under him,

York. Now,by my troth, if I had been remember'd, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, I could have given my uncle's grace a tout, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.

1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let me Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

hear it. 3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends, York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast, God wot;"

That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; For then this land was famously enrich'd 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. With politic grave counsel; then the king Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.

Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told you this? 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and York. Grandam, his nurse. mother.

Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere thou 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father;

wast born. Or, by his father, there were none at all:

York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster;

Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears. And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and

Enter a Messenger. proud: And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,

Arch.

Here comes a messenger: This sickly land might solace as before.

What news? 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be Mess. Such news, my lord, well.

As grieves me to unfold. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on

How doth the prince ? their cloaks;

Mess. Well, madam, and in health. When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Duch.

What is thy news! When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:

Pomfret, All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. "Tis inore than we deserve, or I expect.

Duch. Who hath committed thern? 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: Mess.

The mighty dukes, You cannot reason almost with a man

Gloster and Buckingham. That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

Q. Eliz.

For what offence? 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclosd; By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see

Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. The water swell before a boist'rous storm.

Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! But leave it all to God. Whither away?

The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind: 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. Insulting tyranny begins to jut 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. Upon the innocent and awless throne :-

[Exeunt. Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre! SCENE IV-A Room in the Palace.

I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet, wrangling days! Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke How many of you have mine eyes beheld?

of York, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the Duchess My husband lost his life to get ihe crown: of York.

And often up and down my sons were tost, Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony. For me to joy and weep, their gain and loss: Stratford;

And being seated, and domestic broils And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,

Duch. I long with all my heart to sce the prince; | Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen!

Q. Eliz. But I hear no; they say my son of York Or let me die, to look on death no more! Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sancYork. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.

tuary:Duch. Why, my good cousin? it is good to grow. Madam, farewell. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, Duch.

Stay, I will go with you My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

Q. Eliz. You have no cause. More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Arch.

My gracious lady, go, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:

[To the QUEEN. And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make For my part, I'll resign unto your grace haste.

The seal I keep; And so betide to me, Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did As well I tender you, and all of yours! not hold

Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. In him that did object the same to thee: • Minority.

> Knows. & Converse.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

your chamber.

once.

you all.

SCENE I.-A Street.

To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deservd it,

And those who have the wit to claim the place: GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BouncuIER, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: and others.

Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to You break no privilege nor charter there.

Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove- But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. reign :

Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for The weary way hath made you melancholy.

Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: Hast. I go, my lord. I want more uncles here to welcome me.

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you Clo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your may. (Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. years

Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Hath not yet divid into the world's deceit: Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? No more can you distinguish of a man,

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, If I may counsel you, some day or two, Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, For your best health and recreation. But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :God keep you from them, and from such false Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ? friends!

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place : Prince. God keep me from false friends! but Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. they were none.

Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to Successively from age to age he built it? greet you.

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Enter the Lord Mayor and his Train. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; May. God bless your grace with health and Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,

As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, happy days!

Even to the general all-ending day. Prince. I thank you, good my lord,—and thank [Exeunt Mayor, &c.

Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.

[Aside. I thought my mother, and my brother York,

Prince. What say you, uncle? Would long ere this have met us on the way:

Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Fye, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not

Iniquity,
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
Enter Hastings.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweat. With 'what his valor did enrich his wit, ing lord.

His wit set down to make his valor live: Prince. Welcome, my lord; What, will our mo Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; ther come?

For now he lives in fame, though not in life.Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,The queen your mother, and your brother York, Buck. What, my gracious lord ? Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince

Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Would fain have come with me to meet your I'll win our ancient right in France again, grace,

Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course spring.

[Aside. Is this of hers ?-Lord cardinal, will your grace

Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal. Persuade the queen to send the duke of York, Unto his princely brother presently?

Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke If she deny,--lord Hastings, go with him,

of York. And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak

brother? oratory

York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here; But if she be obdurate Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours; To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid

Too late' he died, that might have kept that title, We should infringe the holy privilege

Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,

Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York ? Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Too ceremonious, and traditional :

The prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far. Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. He hath, my lord. You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

* Sensible Vice, the buffoon in the old plays. The benefit thereof is always granted

• Commonly.

• Lately.

I moralize two meanings in one word. } [Aside.

now.

you

call me.

talk;

can.

me:

York.

And therefore is he idle ? Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

not he? Vi k. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle But have power in me as in a kinsman.

Catesby, York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. And, as it were far off. sound thou lord Hastings, Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my heart. How he doth stand affected to our purpose ; Prince. A beggar, brother?

And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; To sit about the coronation.
And being but a toy, which is no grief to give. If thou dost find him tractable to us,

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light And give us notice of his inclination:
gifts;

For we to-morrow hold divided' councils, In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Catesby, Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries lord ?

To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; York. I would, that I might thank you as you And bid my friend for joy of this good news,

Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Glo. How?

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business York. Little.

soundly. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Cale. My good lords both, with all the heed I Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with

sleep?

Cate. You shall, my lord. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find es Because that I am little, like an ape,

both.

[Erit Catisbr. He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!

perceive To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots! He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

Glo. Chop off his head, man :-somewhat we So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.

will do: Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me along?

The earldom of Hereford, and all the morabies Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. Will to your mother; to entreat of her,

Buck.I'll claim that promise at your grace's band To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindYork. What, will you go unto the Tower, , my lord ?

Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. We may digest our complots in some form. [Fraun. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear?

SCENE II.-Before Lord Hastings's House York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost;

Enter a Messenger.
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Mess. My lord, my lord, [Knocking: Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Hast. [Within.] Who knocks!
Mess.

One from lord Stanley.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.
But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart,

Hast. [Within.] What is't o'clock ! Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Mess. Upon the stroke of four. [Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal,

Enter Hastings. and Attendants.

Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights! Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. Was not incensed' by his subtle mother,

First he commends him to your noble lordship. To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

Hast. And then, Glo. No doubt, no doubt; 0, 'tis a parlous boy; Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreant Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ;) To-night the boar had rased off his belm: He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Besides, he says, there are two councils held; Buck. Well, let them rest.

And that may be determin'd at the one, Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Which may make you and him to rue at the other. As deeply to effect what we intend,

Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleaAs closely to conceal what we impart:

sure, Thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way ;- If presently, you will take horse with hin, What think'st thou, is it not an easy matter And with all speed post with him toward the north. To make William lord Hastings of our mind, To shun the danger that his soul divines. For the instalment of this noble duke

Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; In the seat royal of this famous isle?

Bid him not fear the separated councils : Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, His honor, and myself, are at the one; That he will not be won to aught against him. And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; 1 Incited. . Intelligent.

: Separate.

ness.

me.

Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

London, Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance: Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, And for his dreams—I wonder, he's so fonds And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast. To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,

This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt; Were to incense the boar to follow us,

Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. What, shall we towa the Tower? the day is spent. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;

Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot' you And we will both together to the Tower,

what, my lord? Where he shall see, the boar® will use us kindly. To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. Stan. They for their truth, might better wear their

[Exit.

heads, Enter CATESBY.

Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats.

But come, my lord, let's away. Cale. Many good morrows to my noble lord!

Enter a Pursuivant. Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early

Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. stirring :

[Exeunt STANLEY and CatesbY. What news, what news, in this our tottering state? Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;

How now, sirrah, how goes the world with thee? And, I believe, will never stand upright,

Purs. The better that your lordship please to ask.

Hust. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet : Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean

Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
the crown!

By the suggestion of the queen’s allies;
Cate. Ay, my good lord.
Hust. l'll have this crown of mine cut from my This day those enemies are put to death,

But now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,)
shoulders,

And I in better state than e'er I was. Before I'll see the crown so foul misplaced.

Purs. God hold it, to your bonor's good content! But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for

Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There drink that for ward

[Throwing him his Purse.

Purs. I thank your honor [Exit Pursuivant. Upon his party, for the gain thereof; Aud thereupon, he sends you this good news,

Enter a Priest. That, this same very day, your enemies,

Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

honor. Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my Because they have been still my adversaries:

heart. But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, I am in your debt for your last exercise; To bar my master's heirs in true descent, Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

Enter BuckinGHAM. Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious

Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chambermind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ;

lain ? hence, That they, who brought me in my master's hate,

Your honor hath no shriving work in hand.

Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, I live to look upon their tragedy. Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,

The men you talk of came into my mind.

What, go you toward the Tower ?
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,

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

I shall return before your lordship thence.
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out

Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do

Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not.

[Aside. With some men else, who think themselves as safe

Come, will you go?
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.

Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
Cate. The princes both make high account of you, SCENE III.-Pomfret. Before the Castle.
For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside.
Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd it! Enter Ratcliff, with a Guard, conducting Ri.

VERS, Grey, and VAUGHAN, to Execution. Enter STANLEY.

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this.Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die, Slan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. Catesby:

Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you! You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,"

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. I do not like these several councils, I.

Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereHast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;

after. And never, in my life, I do protest,

Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out. Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:

Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Think you, but that I know our state secure,

Fatal and ominous to noble peers! I would be so triumphant as I am ?

Within the guilty closure of thy walls, • Example.

Richard the Second here was hack'd to death:

• Weak. e. Gloster, who bad a boar for his arms. * Cross.

• Know.

• Confession.

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And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,

Stan. We have not yet set down this day oftriumph. We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Tomorrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fall’n 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 Bishop of Ely.
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs’d she Hastings, curs'd she Bucks | For these strawberries

.

Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent ingham, Then curs'd she Richard :-0, remember, God,

Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this

morning : To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!

There's some conceito or other likes him well, And for my sister, and her princely sons,

When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods, Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt!

I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Rat. Make haste, the bour of death is expiate.'

Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he; Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,--let us here

For by his face straight shall ye know his heart.

Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, embrace: Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt. By any likelihood he show'd to-day ?

Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is ofSCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Tower.

fended ;

For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, Hastings, the Bishop

Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. of E.y, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a Table: Officers of the Council attending.

Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailid

That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Is to determine of the coronation:
In God's name speak, when is the royal day?

Upon my body with their hellish charms?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? Makes me most forward in this noble presence

Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Stan. They are ; and wants but nomination.

To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,
Ely. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind

I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
herein ?

Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil. Who is most inward' with the noble duke?

Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arın Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,

Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: his mind. Buck. We know each other's faces; for our

Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, hearts,

That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;

Hast. If they have done this deed, iny noble

lord, Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine:Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; off with his head :-now, by saint Paul I swear,

Talk'st thou to me of ifs !—Thou art a traitor :But, for his purpose in the coronation, I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd

I will not dine until I see the same His gracious pleasure any way therein :

Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done;

The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,

[Exeunt Council, with Gloster and

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

Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;
Enter GLOSTER.

For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;

Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow: But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
I have been long a sleeper ; but, I trust,

Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, My absence doth neglect no great design,

And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
Which by my presence might have been concluded. As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.

Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
William lord Hastings had pronounced your part,- I now repent I told the pursuivant,
I mean, your voice,—for crowning of the king. As too triumphing, how mine enemies
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
bolder;

And I myself secure in grace and favor.
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.-0, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
I saw good strawberries in your garden there; Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at
I do beseech you, send for some of them.

dinner; Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.

[Exit Ely. Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!

[Takes him aside. Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business ; Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; And finds the testy gentleman so hot,

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Into the fatal bowels of the deep. His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exShall lose the royalty of England's throne.

claim. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. Hast. O, bloody Richard!—miserable England!

[Exeunt Glosten and Buckingham. I prophesy the fearfulst time to thee, * Expiated, completed.

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