VILLE DE LYON

Grande Bibliothèque

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 now expir'd.
Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,—let us here

embrace:

Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE IV

A ROOM IN THE TOWER.

Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Morton (Bishop of Ely), Catesby, Lovel, with others, at a table.

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Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met

to determine of the coronation :

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

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 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.

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;