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I do not like these several councils, I.

Has. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do

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
London,

Were jocund, and supposed their states were sure,
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast.
This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt:

Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!

What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is

spent.

Has. Come, come, have with you.

what, my lord?

To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.

Wot you

Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear

their heads,

Than some, that have accused them, wear their hats.

But come, my lord, let 's away.

fellow.

Enter PURSUIVANT.

Has. Go on before; I'll talk with this good [Exeunt Stanley and Catesby. How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? Pur. The better, that your lordship please to ask. Has. 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;

But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e'er I was.

Pur. God hold it, to your honor's good content! Has. Gramercy,1 fellow: there, drink that for [throwing him his purse.

me.

Pur. I thank your honor.

Enter PRIEST.

[Exit Pursuivant.

Priest. Well met, my lord: I am glad to see your honor.

Has. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my heart.

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?

Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest : Your honor hath no shriving work 3 in hand.

Has. Good faith; and when I met this holy man,

1 Contraction for grand merci, i. e. I thank you.

2 It was the custom formerly to give the title of Sir to the inferior orders of the clergy. 3 Confession.

The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

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

I shall return before your lordship thence.

Has. Nay, like enough; for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it

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Pomfret. Before the castle.

Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to execution.

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.

Ri. 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 bloodsuckers.

Vaughan. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

Rat. Despatch: the limit of your lives is out.

Ri. 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 slander to thy dismal seat,

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.

Ri. Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she
Buckingham,

Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God,
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!
And for my sister, and her princely sons,-
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!
Rat. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.1
Ri. Come, Grey; come, Vaughan: let us here
embrace.

Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

London. A room in the Tower.

BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, BISHOP OF ELY,

CATESBY, LOVEL, and others sitting at a table; officers of the council attending.

Has. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are

met

Is to determine of the coronation.

In God's name, speak, when is this royal day?

1 Ended.

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Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
Stan. They are; and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind
herein ?

Who is most inward 1 with the noble duke?

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;

Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine.

Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

Has. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; But, for his purpose in the coronation,

I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein :
But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he 'll take in gentle part.

Enter GLOSter.

Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Glos. My noble lords and cousins, all, good

morrow.

I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,

My absence doth neglect no great design,

Which by my presence might have been concluded.

1 Intimate.

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