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Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;

Hast. Come, come, have with you.--Wot3 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.

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. ro 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 goes 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 thce, man, 'tis better with me now, the crown?

Than when thou net'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,

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 conward

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 hence,

Enter Buckingham. That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chanrI 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. EnEnter Stanley.

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

Grey, and Vaughan, to execution. 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,

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 ; And never, in my life, I do protest,

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Was it more precious to 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 oux 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



When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, Tomorrow, 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 this Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!

morning; Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate. 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 T'ower. For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, the bishop of |By any likelihood he show'd to-day? Ely, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a

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

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

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 ?
Bück. Who knows the lord protector's mind

Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, herein ?

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

Gilo. 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 1 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 mewell ; 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 mor-For I, too fond,4 might have prevented this :

Stanley did dream, the boar did 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 cue, my lord, || As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,-

O, 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, 0, 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



(Exit 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 exBuck. 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.

That ever wretched age bath look'd upon.--(1) Expiated, completed.

(2) Intimate. (3) Thought. (4) Weak, foolisly


shall serre,

Comé, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Because, my lord, we would have had


heard They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. The traitor speak, and timorously confess

(Ereunt. | 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 nis death. marvelloris ill-favoured.

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

As well as I 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,

ut l'll acquaint our duteous citizens As if thou wert distraught, and inad 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.

[Exit 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 termned 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.

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' head.

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

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 harnıless'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.

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

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'i not, that by great preservation

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

Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,This day had plotted 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 extreine 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 engrossid,
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, unexainin'd, free, at liberty. (1) Pretending (2) Original draft. Here's a good world the while :-Who is so gross, That cannot see this palpable device?

Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, Yet who so bold, but says--he sees it not? To visit him to-morrow, or next day : Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, He is within, with two right reverend fathers, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. | Divinely bent to meditation ;

[Exit. And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd, SCENE VII.-The same. Court of Baynard's || To draw him from his holy exercise. castle. Enter Gloster and Buckingham, meeting. || Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen,

Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke; Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens ? || In deep designs, in matter of great moment,

Buck. Now by the holy mnother of our Lord, No less importing than our general good, The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Are come to have some conference with his grace. . Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil

Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight dren ?

[Erit. Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy, Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an And his contráct by deputy in France ;

Edward ! The insatiate greediness of his desires,

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,2 And his enforcement of the city wives;.

But on his knees at meditation ; His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,

Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, As being got, your father then in France; But meditating with two deep divines; And his resemblance, being not like the duke.

Not sleeping, to engross3 his idle body, Withal, I did infer your lineaments,

But praying, to enrich his watchful soul : Being the right idea of your father,

Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Both in your form and nobleness of mind :

Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:

victories in Scotland,

But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,

May. Marry, God defend, his


say Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;

us nay! Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes again; Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. And, when my oratory grew to an end,

Re-enter Catesby.
I bade them, that did love their country's good, Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Cry-God save Richard, England's royal king! Cate. He wonders to what end you have assem-
Glo. And did they so ?

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;| Such troops of citizens to come to him,
But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, His grace not being warn'd thereof before,
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;

Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence: Suspect me, that I mean no good to him :
His answer was,—the people were not us’d By heaven, we come to him in perfect love;
To be spoke to but by the recorder.

And so once more return and tell his grace.
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again :

(Exit Catesby. Thus saith the duke, thus huth the duke inferr’d; When holy and devout religious men But nothing spoke in warrant from himself. Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; When he had done, some followers of mine own, So sweet is zealous contemplation. At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up


caps, And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard! | Enter Gloster, in a gallery above, between two And thus I took the vantage of those few,

Bishops. Catesby returns. Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I; May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two This general applause, and cheerful shout,

clergymen! Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard :

Buck. Two props of virtue for a Christian prince,
And even here brake off and came away. To stay him from the fall of vanity :
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they ; would| And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
they not speak?

True ornaments to know a holy man.-
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come? | Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intendl some| Lend favourable ear to our requests ;

And pardon us the interruption
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit : Of thy devotion, and right Christian zeal.
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology;
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord; I rather do beseech you pardon me,
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : Who, earnest in the service of my God,
And be not easily won to our requests;

Neglect the visitation of my friends. Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?

Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God As I can say nay to thee for myself,

above, No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.

And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, knocks.

(Exit Gloster. That seems disgracious in the city's eye; Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.

And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please Welcome, my lord ; I dance attendance here;

your grace, I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.-

On our entreaties to amend your fault!
Enter, from the castle, Catesby.

Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request ?


Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you (1) Pretend. (2) A couch. (3) Fatten.



The supreme seat, the throne majestical, To base declension and loath'd bigamy :
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,

By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, This Edward, whom our manners call the prince,
The lineal glory of your royal house,

More bitterly could I expostulate,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :

Save that, for reverence to some alive,
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
(Which here we waken to our country's good,) Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; This proffer'd benefit of dignity :
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,

If not to bless us and the land withal,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
And almost shoulder'di in the swallowing gulf From the corruption of abusing time,
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.

Unto a lineal true-derived course. Which to recure, we heartily solicit

May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat Your gracious self to take on you the charge

you. And kingly government of this your land :

Buck. "Resuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd Not as protector, steward, substitute,

love. Or lowly factor for another's gain :

Cate. Q, make them joyful, grant their lawful But as siiccessively, from blood to blood,

suit. Your right of birth, your empery,3 your own. Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares on For this, consorted with the citizens, Your very worshipful and loving friends, I am unfit for state and majesty : And by their vehement instigation,

I do beseech you, take it not amiss; In this just suit come I to move your grace. I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.

Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, Buck. If you refuse it,-as in love and zeal, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,

Loath to depose the child, your brother's son ; Best fitteth my degree, or your condition : As well we know your tenderness of heart, If, not to answer,--you might haply think, And gentle, kind, etteminate remorse, 6 Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded Which we have noted in you to your kindred, To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,

And equally, indeed, to all estates, Which fondly you would here impose on me; Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, If to reprove you for this suit of yours,

Your brother's son shall never reign our king; So season'd with your faithful love to me, But we will plant some other in your throne, Then, on the other side, I check'd


friends. To the disgrace and downfall of your house. Therefore,—to speak, and to avoid the first; And, in this resolution, here we leave you; And, then in speaking, not to incur the last,- Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. Definitively thus I answer you.

(Exeunt Buckingham and Citizens. Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert

Cate. Call 'them again, sweet prince, accept Unmeritable, shuns your high request.

their suit; First, if all obstacles were cut away,

If you deny them, all the land will rue it. And that my path were even to the crown,

Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? As the ripe revenue and due of birth;

Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

But penetrable to your kind entreaties, (Ex. Cate. So mighty, and so many, my defects,

Albeit against my conscience and my soul.That I would rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,

Re-enter Buckingham, and the rest. Than in my greatness covet to be hid,

Cousin of Buckingham, and sage, grave men,And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. Since you will buckle fortune on my back, But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;

To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, (And much I need4 to help you, if need were;) I must have patience to endure the load : The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,

Attend the sequel of your imposition, Will well become the seat of majesty,

Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.

From all the impure blots and stains thereof; On him I lay what you would lay on me,

For God he knows, and you may partly see, The right and fortune of his happy stars,

How far I am from the desire of this. Which, God defend, that I should wring from him! May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace ;

Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. But the respects thereof are nices and trivial, Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title, -All circumstances well considered.

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! You say, that Edward is your brother's son;

AN. Amen. So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :

Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be For first he was contráct to lady Lucy,

crown'd? Your mother lives a witness to his vow;

Glo. Even when you please, since you will have Arid afterwards by substitute betroth'd

it so. To Bona, sister to the king of France.

Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your These both put by, a poor petitioner,

grace ; A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,

Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again.Even in the afternoon of her best days,

[7'o the Bishops. Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye, Farewell, good cousin ;-farewell, gentle friends. Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts

(Exeunt. (1) Thrust into. (2) Pecover. (3) Empire. (4) Want ability. (5) Minute. (6) Pity.

say it.

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