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2 Cis. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: So kong a growing, and so leisurely,
That, if his rule were trne, he should be gracions.
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed !
Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt! i Cit. Give you good morrow, sir!
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'ı, 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, death?
To touch his growth nearer, than he touch'd mine. 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! Duch. How,my young York? I pr’ythee,let me hear it. 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world! York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; reign.
'Twas full two years, ere I could get a tooth.
York. Grandam, his nurse.
Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead, ere thou wast
Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Enter a Messenger,
Arch. Here comes a messenger :
As grieves me to unfold.
Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
Duch. What is thy news?
Duch. Who hath committed them?
Mess. The mighty dukes,
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind.
Insalting tyranny begins to jut
Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
of you have mine eyes beheld!
My husband lost his life, to get the crown,
And often up and down my sons were tost,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain and loss :
SCENEIV. - The same. A room in the palace. Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Q. Eliz. Come,come, my boy, we will to sanctuary. —
Duch. Stay, I will go with you.
For my part, l'll resign unto your grace
SCENET. The same. A street.
Duch.'Good faith,'good faith, the saying did not hold ster, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and Others.
Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your
Glo. A greater gilt, than that, I'll give my cousiz.
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign! Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:
Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way For your best health and recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: I want more uncles here to welcome me.
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord ? Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place, Math not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. No more can you distinguish of a man,
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Than of his outward show; which , God he knows, Successively from age to age, he built it? Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Those uncles, which you want, were davgerous ;
Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd ; Your grace attended to the sugar'd words,
Methinks, the truth shall live from age to age, Bul look'd not on the poison of their hearts: As 'were retail'd to all posterity, God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Even to the general all-ending day. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. were none.
(Aside. Clo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet
Prince. What say you, uncle? you.
say, without characters, fame lives long. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train, Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
Aside. May. God bless your grace with health and happy I moralize two meanings in one word. days!
Prince. That Julius Caesar was a famous man; Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and thank you With what his valour did enrich his wit, all.
[Exeunt Mayor, etc. His wit set down to make his valour live:
Buck. Wliat, my gracious lord ?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating I'll win our ancient right in France again, lord.
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Prince. Welcome, my lord! What, will our mother Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
come? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, pot I, Enter YORK, Hastings, and the Cardinal. The queen your mother, and your brother York, Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of Have taken sanctuary. The tender prince
York. Wonld fain have come with me, to meet your grace,
Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving But by his mother was perforce withheld.
brother? Buck. F'ye! what an indirect and peevish course York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Is this of hers? - Lord cardinal, will your grace
Prince, Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Persuade the queen, to send the duke of York Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Unto his princely brother presently?
Which by his death hath lost much majesty, If she deny, - lord Hastings, go with him, Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce!
York. I thauk you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Can from his mother win the duke of York, The prince my brother hath outgrowu me far. Anon expect him here! but if she be obdurate
Glo. He hath, my lord. To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid,
York. And therefore is he idle? We should infringe the holy privilege
Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
York. Then is he more beholden to you, thao J. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; Buck. You are too senseless obstinate, my lord, But you have power in me, as in a kinsnan. Too ceremonions, and traditional.
York, I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger! Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all
my You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
Prince. A beggar, brother? The benefit thereof is always granted
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; To those, whose dealings have deserv'd the place, And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give And those, who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor desery'd it; York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; You break no privilege, nor charter there. In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
York. I would, that I might thank
you as you call me.
[Exeunt Card. und Hastings. Uncle, your grace knows, how to bear with him.
Glo. Where it seems best anto your royal self. Because that I am little, like an ape,
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
Gio. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
We may digestour complots in some form. (Exeunt. Glo. My gracious lord, will't
please you pass along? SCENE II. — Before Lord Hastings' house. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Enter a Messenger. Will to your mother; to entreat of her,
Mess. My lord, my lord, –
[Knocking To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Hast. [Within.) Who knocks? York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my
lord ? Mess. One from lord Stanley.
First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.
Hast. And then, Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart, To-night the boar had rased off his helm : Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
Besides, he says, there are two councils held; (Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Car- And that may be determin’d at the one, dinal, and Attendants.
Which may make you and him to rue at th’other. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleaWas not incensed by his subtle mother,
sure, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? If presently you will take horse with him,
Glo. No doubt, no doubt. 0,’tis a parlous boy; And with all speed post with him toward the north, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
To shun the danger that his soul divines. He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ! Buck. Well, let them rest!
Bid him not fear the separated councils : Come hither, gentle Catesby! thou art sworn Flis honour, and myself, are at the one; As deeply to effect what we inter.d,
And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; As closely to conceal what we impart:
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the
way; - Whereof I shall not have intelligence. What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance; To make William lord Hastings of our mind, And for his dreams- I wonder, he's so fond For the instalment of this noble duke
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers : In the seat royal of this famous isle?
To lly the boar, before the boar pursues,
And we will both together to the Tower,
Cate. It is a recling world, indeed, my lord; If thau dost find him tractable to us,"
And, I believe, will never stand upright, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Hast. How? wear the garland ? dost thou mean the Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
crown? And give us notice of his inclination:
Cate. Ay, my good lord ! For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
shoulders. Glo.Commend me to lord William: tell him, Catesby, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
But canst thon guess, that he doth aiin at it? To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Upon his party, for the gain thereof: Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. And, thereupon, he sends you this good news, Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly! That, this same very day, your enemies, Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Cate. You shall, my lord!
Because they have been still my adversaries: Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. But, that l'lí give my voice on Richard's side,
[Exit Catesby. To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.
my lord ?
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, SCENE III. -- Pomfret. Before the Castle.
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out. Come on, come on! wliere is your boar-spear,
man? Riv, O Pomfret, Pomfret! o`thou bloody prison, Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? Fatal and ominous to noble peers ! Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Richard the second here was hack'd to death ;
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;
Grey. Now Margaret's curseis fallen upon our heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'd she BackI would be so triumphant as I am?
Then curs'd she Richard. 0, remember, God,
And for my sister, and her princely sons,
Riv. Come, Grey, - come, Vaughan, - let us here Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
embrace : What, shall we toward the Tower ? the day is spent. Farewell, until we meet again in heaven! (Ereunt. Hast. Come, come, have with you! --Wot you what, SCENE IV. - London, A room in the Tower,
BUCKINGHAM, Stanley, Hastings, the Bishop of Eus, To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Catesey, Lovel, and Others , sitting ai a table: Stan, They, for their truth, might better wear their Officers of the Council
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
[Exeunt Stanley and Catesby. Lly. To-morrow then I judge a happy day; How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee?
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's miod herein?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his
Buck. We know each other's faces : for our hearts, –
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,}
Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :This day those enemies are put to death,
Lords Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he lores me well;
Throwing him his purse. Ilis gracious pleasure any way therein:
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Enter Grosten. I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Lly. In happy time, here comes the duke himself!
I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
I mean, your voice,- for crowning of the king.
bolder; I shall return before your lordship thence.
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
(Aside. I do beseech you, send for some of them. Come, will you go?
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart, Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt.
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you! Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
(Takes him aside. Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Cateshy hath sounded Hastings in our business; Lov. Come, come, dispatch ! 'tis bootless to exclaim. And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
Hast. O, bloody Richard! – miserable England! That he will lose his head, ere give consent I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with yon. They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. [Exeunt.
[Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. SCENE V. - The same. The Tower walls. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
Enter Gloster and BưCKINCHAN, in rusty armour, For I myself am not so well provided,
marvellous ill-favoured. As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. Glo. Come, cousin! canst thou quake, and change Re-enter Bishop of Ely.
thy colour? Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent
Murder thy breath in middle of a word, For these strawberries.
And then again begin, and stop again, Hasi. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this As if thou wert distranght, and mad with terror? morning;
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; There's some conceit or other likes him well,
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
But what, is Catesby gone?
Enter the Lord Olayor and Catesby.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM.
mayor, Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there! That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Buck. Hark, hark! a drum!
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls !
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent for you, -Makes me most forward in this noble presence
Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us! To doom the offenders. Whosoe'er they be,
Enter Lovel and RatclIFF, with Hastings's head. I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil,
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratclill, and Lovel.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
The dangerous and msuspected Hastings. Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
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:
That, his apparent open guilt omitted, – Off' with his head! - now, by Saint Paul I swear,
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, I will not dine until I see the same!-
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done!
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me!
That ever liv'd. - Look you, my lord mayor,
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
We live to tell it yon,) the subtle traitor Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ;
This day, had plotted, in the council-house,
To murder me, and my good lord of Closter ?
Or that we would, against the form of law,
But that the extreme peril of the case,
The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Muy. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd his death ;
To warn false traitors from the like attempts,
After he once fell in with mistress Shore,
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard