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577 Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, prepos- | Persuade the queen to send the duke of York terous

Unto his princely brother presently? And frantic courag-, end thy damned spleen; If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Or let me die, to look on death no more! And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak sanctuary,

oratory Madam, farewell.

Can from his mother win the duke of York, Duch. Stay, I will go with you.

Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate Q. Eliz. You have no cause.

To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. We should infringe the holy privilege And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Of blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land, For my part, I'll resign unto your grace

Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. The seal I keep; And so betide to me,

Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my As well I tender you, and all of yours! Too ceremonious, and traditional: [lord, Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary: Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,

(Exeunt. You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

The benefit thereof is always granted (place, ACT III.

To those whose dealings have deserv'd thé SCENE I.-The same.- A Street.

And those who have the wit to claim the place:

This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deThe trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales,

serv'd it; GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOUCHIER, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: and others.

Then, taking him from thence, that is not Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to

there,

You break no privilege nor charter there. your chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.

Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy.

Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?

for once.way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and beavy:

Hast. I go, my lord.

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy I want more uncles here to welcome me.

haste you may. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of

[Éreunt ČARDINAL and Hastings. your years Have not yet div'd into the world's deceit:

Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, No more can you distinguish of a man,

Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Than of his outward show; which, God he

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal

self. knows, Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

If I may counsel yon. some day, or two, Those uncles, which you want, were danger- Then where you please, and shall be thought

Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: ous;

most fit Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :

For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any God keep you from them, and from such false friends!

place:Prince. God keep me from false friends! but Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? they were none.

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to

place;

Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. greet you.

Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Truin.

Successively from age to age he built it?

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. May. God bless your grace with health and

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not regishappy days!

ter’d; Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;-and Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,

thank you all. - [Exeunt MAYOR, &c. As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, I thought my mother, and my brother York, Even to the general all-ending day, Would long ere this have met us on the way:

Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live Fie, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes

long.

[Aside. not

Prince. What say you, uncle? To tell us, whether they will come, or no. Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives Enter HASTINGS.

long. Buck. And in good time, here comes the Tmoralize twee meanings in one word. } Aside. sweating lord.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our

man; mother come?

With what his valour did enrich his wit, Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, | His wit set down to make his valour live: not I,

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; The queen your mother, and your brother York, For now he lives in tame, though not in life. Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. Would fain have come with me to meet your Buck. What, my gracious lord ? grace,

Prince. An if I live until I be a man, But by his mother was perforce withheld. I'll win our ancient right in France again, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

course Is this of hers?—Lord cardinal, will your grace * Sensible vice the buffoon in the old plays.

Glo. Short summers lightly* have a forward York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. spring.

(Aside. Glo. Why, Sir, what should you fear?

York. Marry,' my uncle Clarence' angry Enter YORK, HASTINGS, und the CARDINAL.

ghost;

My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the Prince. I fear no uncles dead. duke of York.

Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our lov. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not ing brother?

fear. York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, you now.

Thinking on them, go I'unto the Tower. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is (Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, Hastings, CARDINAL, yours:

[title,

and Attendants. Too latet he died, that might have kept that Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

York
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of Was not incensed* by his subtle mother,
York?

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, 'tis a parlous lord,

boy; You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth : Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ;ť The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Glo. He hath, my lord.

Buck. Well, let them rest.York. And therefore is he idle ?

Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Glo. 0, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

As deeply to effect what we intend, York. Then is he more beholden to you, As closely to conceal what we impart: (way;than 1.

Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign: What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. To make William lord Hastings of our mind, York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this For the instalment of this noble duke dagger.

In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the heart.

prince, Prince. A beggar, brother?

That he will not be won to aught against him. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will

Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ? give;

will not he? And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give.

Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Gio. A greater gist than that I'll give my

Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, cousin.

gentle Catesby,

(ings, York. A greater gist! O, that's the sword And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hast. to it?

How he doth stand affected to our purpose; Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, York. then, I see, you'll part but with To sit about the coronation. light gifts;

If thou dost find him tractable to us, In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.

Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.

If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Be thou so too, and so break off the talk, Glo. What, would you have my weapon, And give us notice of his inclination : little lord ?

For we to-morrow hold dividedt councils, York. I would, that I might thank you as

Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd. you call me,

Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, Glo. How?

Catesby, York. Little.

His dangerous knot of adversaries Prince. My lord of York will still be cross To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret castle ;

And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business with me

soundly. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed Because that I am little, like an ape,

I can. He thinks that you should bear me on your

Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere shoulders.

we sleep? Buck. With what sharp-provided wit he i Cüm. You shall, my lord. reasons!

Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

us both.

Erit CATESBY. He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we, if we So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.

perceive Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? along?

Glo. Chop off his head, man;-somewhat we Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,

will do:Will to your mother; to entreat of her, And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you,

The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveYork. What, will you go unto the Tower, Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.

ables my lord ? Prince. My lord proteotor needs will have Buck, I'll claim that promise at your grace's

hand. . Commonly,

Lately.

* Incited. + Intelligent. Separate.

in talk;

it so.

579 Gilo. And look to have it yielded with all | That, this same very day, your enemies, kindness.

The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards Hast. Indeed, I'am no mourner for that We may digest our complots in some form.

news, [Exeunt. Because they have been still my adversaries:

But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, SCENE II.-Before Lord HASTINGS' House. To bar my master's heirs in true descent, Enter a Messenger.

God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious Mess. My lord, my lord,- [K'nocking

mind! Hast. (Within.] Who k'nocks ?

Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelveMess. One from lord Stanley.,

month hence, Hast. (Within.) What is't o'clock ?

That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Mess. Upon the stroke of four.

I live to look upon their tragedy.

Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Enter Hastings.

I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious

Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious nights ?

lord, Mess. So it should seem by that I have to When men are unprepar’d, and look not for it. say.

[ship.

Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls First, he commends him to your noble lord

it out Hast. And then,

With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Mess. And then he sends you word, be With some men else, who think themselves as dreamt

safe To-night the boar had rased off his helm : As thou, and I; wbo, as thou know'st, are dear Besides, he says, there are two councils held; To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. And that may be determin’d at the one,

Cate. The princes both make high account of Which may make you and him to rue at the

you,other.

(pleasure, -- For they account his head upon the bridge. Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s

(Aside. If presently, you will take horse with bim, Hust. I know, they do ; and I have well deAnd with all speed post with him toward the

serv'd it. north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.

Enter STANLEY. Hust. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ; Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, Bid bim not fear the separated councils :

man ? His honour, and myself, are at the one; Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Stan. My lord, good-morrow; and good mor. Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,

row, Catesby :Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

You may jest on, but, by the holy rood," Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting in- I do not like these several councils, I. stance:

Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as And for his dreams—I wonder, he's so fondt And never, in my life, I do protest, [yours; To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers : Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: 'To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,

Think you,

but that I know our state secure, Were to incense the boar to follow us,

I would be so triumphant as I am? And make pursuit, where he did mean no Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode chase.

from London,

(sure, Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were And we will both together to the Tower, And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Where, he shall see, the boart will use us But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast. kindly.

This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you Pray God, I say, I prove a ņeedless coward! say.

[Exit. What, shall we toward the Tower ? the day is

spent. Enter CATESBY.

Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wott Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! you what, my lord ? Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. stirring :

[state? Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear What news, what news, in this our toitering

their heads,

[hats. Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their And, I believe, will never stand upright, But come, my lord, let's away. Till Ricbard wear the garland of the realm.

Enter a PURSUIVANT. Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean the crown ?

Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good Cate. Ay, my good lord.

fellow. (Exeunt STAN. and CATESBY. Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from How now, sirrah? how goes the world with my shonlders,

thee? Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. Purs. The better, that your lordship please But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

to ask. Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me forward

now,

(meet: Upon his party, for the gain thereof:

Than when thou inet'st me last where now we And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,- Then I was going prisoner to the Tower, Example. + Weak. * Cross

know. 1. e. Gloster, who had a boar for his arms.

my heart,

By the suggestion of the queen’s allies; Rio. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,- let us But now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,)

here embrace: This day those enemies are put to death, Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. And I in better state than ere I was.

(Erekt. Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good scene IV.-- London.- A Room in the Towe.

content! Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that BUCKINGHAM, Stanley, Hastings, the Bishop for me.

[Throucing him his purse. of ELY, CATESBY, LOVEL, and others, sitting Purs. I thank your honour.

at a Table: Officers of the Council attending. (Exit PURSUIVANT.

Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we Enter a PRIEST.

are met

Is—to determine of the coronation : Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see

In God's nanie, speak, when is the royal day! your honour.

Buck. Are all things ready for that royal Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all

time?

Stan. They are; and wants but nomination. I am in your debt for your last exercise ;

Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. Come the next Sabbath, and I will content

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind you.

herein ? Enter BUCKINGHAM.

Who is most inward* with the noble duke?

Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord

know his mind. chamberlain?

(priest; Buck. We know each other's faces: for our Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the

hearts,Your honour hath no shriving* work in hand. He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Hust. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :man,

Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. The men you talk of came into my mind.

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves What, go you toward the Tower

me well; Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay But, for his purpose in the coronation, there :

I have not sounded him, nor he deliver's I shall return before your lordship thence. His gracious pleasure any way therein: Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner But you, my noble lord, may name the time; there.

And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. it not.

[Aside. Come, will you go?

Enter GLOSTER. Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt. Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke

himself. SCENE III.-Pomfret.- Before the Castle. Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust, RIVERS, Grey, and VAUGHAN, to Execution. My absence doth neglect no great design, Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.

Which by my presence might have been conRiv. Sir Richard Ratcliff let me tell thee

cluded. this,—

Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,

lord,

(part, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack I mean, your voice, -—- for crowning of the king. of you!

Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might 4 knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

be bolder; Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this His lordsbip knows me well, and loves me hereafter.

well. Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out.

My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! ( thou bloody

I saw good strawberries in your garden there; Fatal and ominous to noble peers! [prison,

I do beseech you send for some of them. Within the guilty closure of thy walls,

Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my Richard the second here was hack'd to death:

heart.

[Exit Ely And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,

Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.

you.

[Takes him aside. Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our busiour heads,

ness; When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you and I,

And finds the testy gentleman so hot, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.

That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Riv. Then cursd she Hastings, then curs'a His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, she Buckingham,

Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Then curs'd she Richard:-0, remember, God,

Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!

you. And for my sister, and her princely sons,

[ Exeunt Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,

Stan. We have not yet set down this day of Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be

triumph. spilt!

To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden; Rut. Make haste, the hour of death is ex

For I myself am not so well provided, piate.t

As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. Confession.

Expiated, completed.

morrow:

# Intimate

Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,

Re-enter Bishop of ELY.

Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to

exclaim. Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent for these strawberries.

Hast. O, bloody Richard !-miserable Eng. Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,

land! this morning; There's some conceit" or other likes him well, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.When he doth bid good morrow with such Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; spirit.

They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. I think, there's de'er a man in Christendom,

[Exeunt. Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he; For by his face straight sball ye know his

SCENE V.-The same - The Tower-walls. heart.

Enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM, in rusty are Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his

mour, marvellous ill-favour’d. By any likelihood he show'd to-day? [face, Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is

Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and offended;

change thy colour ? For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

Murder thy breath in middle of a word,

And then again begin, and stop again, Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. As if thou wert distraught, and mad with

terror? Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they de

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep trageserve,

diap; That do conspire my death with devilish plots, Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Upon my body with their hellish charms?

Intending* deep suspicion : ghastly looks Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my Are at my service, like enforced smiles ;

lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence At any time, to grace my stratagems.

And both are ready in their offices, To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,

But what, is Catesby gone? I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their along.

evil, Look how I'am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Enter the LORD Mayor and CATESBY. Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:

Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord And this is Edward's wise, that monstrous witch,

mayor,

Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

Buck. Hark, hark! a drum.

Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble

Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent lord, Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strum

Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enepet,

[tor :

mies. Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?-Thou art a trai.

Buck. God and our innocence defend and Off with his head :-now, by Saint Paul I

guard us! swear, I will not dine until I see the same.

Enter LOVEL·and Ratcliff, with Hastings' Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done ;

heud. The rest that love me, rise, and follow me. [Exeunt Council, with Gloster and Buck- Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, INGHAM.

and Lovel. Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,

The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. For 1, too fond,t might have prevented this:

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;

weep. But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

I took him for the plainest harmless't creature, Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did That breath'd upon the earth a Christian; stumble,

Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, The history of all her secret thoughts : (virtue, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of 0, now I want the priest that spake to me: That, his apparent open guilt omitted,I now repent I told the pursuivant,

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, As too triumphing, how mine enemies, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st And I myself secure in grace and favour.

shelter'd traitor 0, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse That ever liv'd.--Look you, my lord mayor, Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head. Would you imagine, or almost believe, Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be (Were't not, that by great preservation at dinner;

We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. This day had plotted in the council-house,

Hust. O momentary grace of mortal men, To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster ?
Which we more hunt for than the grace of May. What! had he so ?
God!

Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,

infidels?
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Or that we would, against the form of law,
Ready, with every pod, to tumble down Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

But that the extreme peril of the case,
* Thought
+ Weak, foolish.

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