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Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,

You break no privilege nor charter there. SCENE 1.The same. A street. The trumpets Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; sound. Enter the prince of Wales, Gloster, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Buckingham, Cardinal Bouchier, and others.

Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.

Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove

Hast. I go, my lord. reign :

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste The weary way hath made you melancholy.

you may. (Exe. Cardinal and Hastings. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way || Where shall we sojourn

till our coronation ?

Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:
I want more uncles here to welcome me.

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:

If I may counsel you, some day or two, years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit No more can you distinguish of a man,

For your best health and recreation. Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ;

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :


. Is it upon record? or else reported God keep you from them, and from such false || Successively from age to age he built it? friends!

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; they were none.

Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, greet you.

Even to the general all-ending day.

Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live Enter the Lord Mayor, and his train.


(.4 side. May. God bless your grace with health and happy Prince. What say you, uncle? days!

Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;--and thank || Thus, like the formal! vice, Iniquity, (Aside.

(Exeunt Mayor, fc. || I moralize two meanings in one word. I thought my mother, and my brother York,

Prince. That Julius Caesar was a famous man; Would long ere this have met us on the way:

With what his valour did enrich his wit,
Fie, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not His wit set down to make his valour live:
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
Enter Hastings.

For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweat- Buck. What, my gracious lord ? ing lord.

Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our I'll win our ancient right in France again, mother come?

Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward The queen your mother, and your brother York,


(Aside. Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,

Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal. But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course

of York. Is this of bers!—Lord cardinal, will your grace Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Persuade the queen to send the duke of York

brother? Unto his princely brother presently?

York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you If she deny, -lord Hastings, go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours : Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak | Too late3 he died, that might have kept that title, oratory

Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Can from his mother win the duke of York, Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: We should infringe the holy privilege

The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Of blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land, Glo. He hath, my lord. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.


And therefore is he idle? Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. Too ceremonious, and traditional :

York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I? Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. He inay command me, as my sovereign; You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. The benefit thereof is always granted

York. I pray you, uncle, then give me this To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,

dagger. And those who have the wit to claim the place : Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it; Prince. A beggar, brother? And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;

(1) Sensible vice, the buffoon in the old plays. (2) Commonly (3) Lately.


call me.


do :

And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. And summon him to

morrow to the Tower, Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. To sit about the coronation. York. A greater gist! O, that's the sword to it? If thou dost find him tractable to us, Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons : York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, gifts ;

Be thou so too, and so break off the talk,
In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. And give us notice of his inclination :

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. For we to-morrow hold divided3 councils,
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him,
lord ?

York. I would, that I might thank you as you His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
Glo. How?

And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, York. Little.

Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business talk :

soundly. Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we

sleep? Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Cate. You shall, my lord. Because that I am little, like an ape,

Glo. AtCrosby-place, there shall you find us both. He thinks that you should bear me on your

(Erit Catesby. shoulders.

Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit be rea

perceive sons!

Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we will He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.

And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables along?

Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's Will to your mother; to entreat of her,

hand. To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my|| Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards lord ?

We may digest our complots in some form. (Exe. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. SCENE 11.Before Lord Hastings' house. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, sir, what should

Enter a Messenger. fear?

you York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Mess. My lord, my lord, - (Knocking. My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Hast. (Within]

Who knocks? Prince. I fear no uncles dead.


One from lord Stanley. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Hast. (Within.) What is't o'clock?
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.
But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Enter Hastings. (Ereunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? attendants.

Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Was not incens'd! by his subtle mother,

Hast. And then,--
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt

Glo. No doubt, no doubt : 0, 'tis a parlous boy : // To-night the boar had rased off his helm :
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ;2 Besides, he says, there are two councils held;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.

And that may be determin'd at the one,
Buck. Well, let them rest.-

Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleaAs deeply to effect what we intend,

sure, As closely to conceal what we impart:

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

Bid him not fear the separated councils : In the seat royal of this famous isle:

His honour, and myself

, are at the one; Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, || And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby ; That he will not be won to aught against him. Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will Whereof I shall not have intelligence. not be

Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance : 4 Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And for his dreams-I wonder, he's so fonds Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: Catesby,

To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, || Were to incense the boar to follow us, How he doth stand affected to our purpose; And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. (1) Incited. (2) Intelligent

(3) Separate. (4) Example. (5) Weak. VOL. II.




Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;

Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wots 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 heads, Enter Catesby.

Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! But come, my lord, let's away. Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early

Enter a Pursuivant. stirring : What news, what news, in this our tottering state? Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fel. Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord ;

low. (Exeunt Stan. and Catesby. And, I believe, will never stand upright,

How now, sirrah? how


the world with thee? Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask. Hast. How ! wear the garland ? dost thou mean Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, the crown?

Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet: Cate. Ay, my good lord.

Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my By the suggestion of the queen's allies; shoulders,

But now, I tell thee (keep it to thyself,) Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. This day those enemies are put to death, But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? And I in better state than ere I was. Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for- Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con. ward

tent! Upon his party, for the gain thereof:

Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,

(Throwing him his purse. That, this same very day, your enemies,

Purs. I thank your honour. (Exit Pursuivant. The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

Enter a Priest. Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Because they have been still my adversaries : Priest. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,

your honour. To bar my master's heirs in true descent,

Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

heart. Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious || I am in your debt for your last exercise ; mind!

Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month

Enter Buckingham. hence, That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamI live to look upon their tragedy.

berlain? Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. Your honour hath no shriving4 work in hand.

Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, When men are unprepard, and look not for it. The men you talk of came into my mind.

Hast. O monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it out What, go you toward the Tower?
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there:
With some men else, who think themselves as safe I shall return before your lordship thence.
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it
Cate. The princes both make high account of


(Aside. you, —

Come, will you go? For they account his head upon the bridge. (Aside. Hast.

I'll wait upon your lordship. Hasi. I know, they do, and I have well de

(Exeunt. serv'd it.

SCENE III.Pomfret. Before the castle. En. Enter Stanley.

ter Ratcliff, with a guard conducting Rivers, Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?

Grey, and Vaughan, to erecution. Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ?

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.
Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,-
Catesby :

To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, 2 For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
I do not like these several councils, I.

Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;

you! And never, in my life, I do protest,

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Was it more precious me than 'tis now :

Vaugh. You live, that shall cry wo for this Think you, but that I know our state secure,

hereafter. I would be so triumphant as I am?

Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out. Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, London,

Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Richard the Second here was hack'd to death :
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast. And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,

This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon oui
What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. heads,
(1) i. e. Gloster, who had a boar for his arms. (2) Cross. (3) Know.

(4) Confession:


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When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. For I myself am not so well provided,
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'd she | As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.

Then curs'd she Richard :-0, remember, God,

Re-enter bishop of Ely.
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us! Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent
And for my sister, and her princely sons,- For these strawberries.
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods, Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth thig
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!

morning; Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.1 | There's some conceit3 or other likes him well, Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,-let us here When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit

. embrace :

I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. (Exeunt. Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he ; SCENE IV.-London. A room in the Tower.

For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, the bishop of By any likelihood he show'd to-day?

Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, Ely, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a

Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is of table: officers of the council attending.

fended ; Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. met

Re-enter Gloster and Buckingham.
Is-to determine of the coronation:
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,

Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Stan. They are; and wants but nomination. Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Upon my body with their hellish charms ?
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,

Makes me most forward in this noble presence
Who is most inward2 with the noble duke? To doorn the offenders : Whosoe'er they be,
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
his mind.

Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Buck. We know each other's faces : for our Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm hearts,

Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ;

And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :- Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble But, for his purpose in the coronation,

lord, I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd

Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, His gracious pleasure any way therein:

Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?- Thou art a traitor :But you, my noble lord, may name the time; Off with his head :-now, by saint Paul I swear, And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,

I will not dine until I see the same.-
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;

The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
Enter Gloster.

(Exeunt council, with Gloster and Buckingham. Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Hast. Wo, wo, for England ! not a whit for me; Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good nior-For I, too fond,4 might have prevented this :

Stanley did dream, the boar qid rase his helm; I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,

But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
My absence doth neglect no great design, Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
Which by my presence might have been concluded. And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,

Buck. Had you not come upon your cuc, my lord, || As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,-||0, now I want the priest that spake to me:
I mean, your voice,-for crowning of the king, I now repent I told the pursuivant,
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be As too triumphing, how mine enemies,

To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.–And I'myself secure in grace and favour.
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
I saw good strawberries in your garden there ; Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
I do beseech you send for some of them.

Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.


(Erit Ely. Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,

[Takes him aside. Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business; Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, And finds that testy gentleman so hot,

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Lov. Come, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to ex. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with

claim. you. (Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham. Hast. O, bloody Richard!—miserable England! Stan. We have not yet set down this day of I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, triumph.

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Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. The traitor speak, and timorously confess

(Exeunt. The manner and the purpose of his treasons;

That you might well have signified the same SCENE V.-The same. The Tower walls. En | Unto the citizens, who, haply, may

ter Gloster and Buckingham, in rusty armour, Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. marvellous ill-favoured.

May. But, my good lord, your grace's word Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour?

As well as l had seen, and heard him speak :
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,- And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
And then again begin, and stop again,

But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror? With all your just proceedings in this case.

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; || Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,

here, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, To avoid the censures of the carping world. Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks

Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Are at my service, like enforced smiles;

Yet witness what you hear we did intend : And both are ready in their offices,

And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. At any time, to grace my stratagems.

(Erit Lord Mayor. But what, is Catesby gone?

Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham.
Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post:-

There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby.

Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.—Lord Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen, mayor,

Only for saying—he would make his son Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.

Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Buck,

Hark, hark! a drum. || Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.

Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for And bestial appetite in change of lust; you,

Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.

wives, Buck. God and our innocence defend and Even where his raging eye, or savage heart, guard us!

Without control, listed to make his prey. Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' head.

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :

Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Glo. Be patient, they are friends ; Ratcliff and of that insatiate Edward, noble York,

My princely father, then had wars in France;
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, And, by just computation of the time,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. Found, that the issue was not his begot;

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. Which well appeared in his lineaments,
I took him for the plainest harmless't creature, Being nothing like the noble duke my father :
That breath'd upon the earth a Christian; Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off';
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
The history of all her secret thoughts :

Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, || As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,

Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,- Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd| Where you shall find me well accompanied,

With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. That ever liv'd.—Look you, my lord mayor, Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, Would you imagine, or almost believe,

Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. (Were't not, that by great preservation

(Erit Buckingham. We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor

Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,-
This day had ploited in the council-house, Go thou (to Cate.) to friar Penker ;-bid them both
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
May. What! had he so?

[Ereunt Lovel and Catesby.
Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels? | Now will I in, to take some privy order
Or that we would, against the form of law, To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; And to give notice, that no manner of person
But that the extreme peril of the case,

Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. (Exit.
The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Enforc'd us to this execution ?

SCENE VI.- A street. Enter a Scrivener.
May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord
And your good graces both have well proceeded,

To warn false traitors from the like attempts. Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
I never look'd for better at his hands,

That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
After he once fell in with mistress Shore.

And mark how well the sequel hangs together :-
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, | Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,
Until your lordship came to see his end; For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me;
Which now the loving haste of these our friends, The precedent2 was full as long a-doing :
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented: And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,

Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
(1) Pretending. (2) Original draft. Here's a good world the while ! - Who is so gross


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