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Duch. Who hath committed them 1 Mess. The mighty dukes, Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. For what offence r Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd ; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. Q. Eliz. Ah! me, I see the ruin of my house ! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless throne:— Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre I see, as in a map the end of all. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, How many of you have mine eyes beheld My husband lost his life to get the crown : And often up and down my sons were toot, For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerers,

Make war upon themselves; brother to brother Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:—O preposter

ous And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen ; Or let me die, to look on death no more Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary, Madam, farewell. IDuch. Stay, I will go with you. . Fliz. You have no cause. rch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Quern. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep ; And so betide to ine, As well I tender you and all of your's 1 Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Ereunt.

Act ill.

SCENE 1.-The same.—A Street.

The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of WAlks, Glost ca, Buck in G HAM, Cardinal Bouch iER, and others.

Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want inore uncles here to welcotne me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Have not yet div'd into the world's deceit: No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show ; which, God he knows, Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ; Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: God keep you from them, and from such false friends ! Prince. God keep me from false friends ! but they were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.

Enter the Lord MAYor, and his Train.

May. God bless your grace with health and happy days Prince. i thank you, good my lord ;-and thank you all.— [Eremont MAYor, &r. I thought my mother, and iny brother York, would long ere this have met us ou the way :

Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence, That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy. Well, Catesby, ere a sortnight make me older, I'll send some packing, that yet think not on’t. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lurd When men are unprepar’d, and look not for it. Hast. O monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey : and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou and I ; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard and to Buckingham. Cate. The princes both make high account of you, For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside. Hast. I know, they do ; and I have well deserv’d it.

Enter Stanley.

Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear,
Inan f
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ?
Stan. My lord, good-morrow ; and good mor-
row, Catesby :-
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, *
I do not like these several councils, i.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as
your's ;
And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am 7
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode
from London, [sure,
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust ;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast,
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt ;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward
What, shall we toward the Tower the day is
spent.
Hast. Come, coine, have with you.-Wot +
you what, my lord 7
To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear
their heads,
Than some that have accus’d them, wear their
hats. z
But come, Iny lord, let’s away.

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Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart. I am in your debt for your last exercise ; Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.

Enter Bucki Nc HAM.

Buck. What, talking with a priest, chamberlain f Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ; Your honour hath no shriving" work in hand. Hast. 'Good faith, aud when I uret this holy man, The men you talk of came into my miud. What, go you toward the Tower Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there : I shall return before your lordship thence. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dismer there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. (Aside. Come, will you go f Iłast. I'll wait upon your lordship.

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Enter RATc.1.1 FF, with a guard, conducting Rivers, GREY, and WAuc HAN, to Eufration.

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. Grey. God keep the priuce from all the pick of you ? o A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Waugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Rat. Despatch ; the limit of your lives is out. Riv. o Pomfret, Poufret o thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble peers Within the guilty closure of thy walls, Richard the second here was hack'd to death : And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Grey. Now Margaret’s curse is falleu 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 Buckingham, Then curs’d she Richard :-0 remember, Geel,

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Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind litre in who is most inward - with the noble duke of Aoy. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. Buck. we know each other's faces: hearts, He knows no more of mine, than I of your’s ; Nor 1, of his, Iny 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 ; But, for his purpose in the coronation, 1 have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd His gracious pleasure any way therein : But you, my noble lord, may name the time ; And in the duke's behalf l'll give my voice, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.

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Ely. where is my lord protector f I have sent for these strawberries. Plast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this unorning; ***re’s some conceit * or other likes him well, wisen he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Can lesser hide his love, or bate, than be ; For by his face straight shall ye know his heart. stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood he show'd to-day ? flust. Marry, that with no unan offended : for, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

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Re-enter Glost ER and Bucking to Axi. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, Tuat do conspire my death with devilish plots,

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| Of damned witchcraft: and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charius 7 nato tender love 1 bear your grace, my ord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be, 1 say, my lord, they have deserved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the wituess of their evil : Look how I and bewitch'd ; behold mine arm ls, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up ; And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,

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I will not dine until I see the same.—
Lovel and Cat'sby, look that it be done ;
The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
[Ere unt Council, with Glost ER and Buck-
1 N. G. H. A. M.
Hast. Woe, woe, for England 1 not a whit for
ille -
For I, too fond," might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helin;
but I disdain’d it, and did scorn to fly.
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did
stumble,
And startled, when he look’d upon the Tower,
As loath to bear ine to the slaughter-house.
Oh I now I want the priest that spake to ine:
I now repent I told the pursuivaut,
As too triumphing, how iniue enemies,
To-day at Poinfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cute. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be
at dinner ;
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of unortal inen,
Which we more built for than the grace of
Gud I
who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a unast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Low. Come, come, despatch , 'tis bootless to
exclaiin.
Hast. O bloody Richard l—miserable Eng-
land
I prophesy the fearfull'st time to thee,
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon:-
Come, lead me to the block, bear hitu Iny
head ;
They sinile at me, who shortly shall be load.
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Glo. Be patient, they are friends ; Ratcliff, and Lovel. Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. 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: So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, That, his apparent open guilt omitted, I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, Would you imagine, or almost believe, (Were’t not, that by great preservation We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor This day had plotted in the council-house, To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster? May. What had he so Gto. What I think you we are Turks, or infidels of Or that we would, against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death ; But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Euforc'd us to this execution ? May. * fair befall you ! he deserv'd his eath ; And your good graces both have well proceeded, To warn false traitors from the like attempts. I never look'd for better at his hands, After he once fell in with mistress Shore. Auckoo had we not delei utin'd he should le, Until your lordship came to see his end ; Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented : Because, my lord, we would have had you heard The traitor speak, and timorously confess The Inanner and the purpose of his treasons; That you might well have signified the salue Unto the citizens, who, haply, may Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak : And do not doubt, right noble princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens With all your just proceedings in this case. Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, To avoid the censures of the carping world. Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Yet witness what yon hear we did intend : And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. [Erit Loa o Ma Yoa. Glo. Go after, after, consiu Buckingham.

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The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all
post :—
There, at your meetest vantage of the tiune,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children :
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citi-
zen,”
Only for saying he would make his son
Heir to the crown : meaning, indeed his bouse,
Which, by the sign thereof, was terrued so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
And bestial appetite in change of just ;
Which stretch’d unto their servauts, daughters,
wives,
Even where his raging eye, or savage heart
Without control, listed to make his prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my per-
son :-
Tell them, when that my mother went with
child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
My princely father, then bad wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found that the issue was not his beret ;
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke oy father:
Yet touch Rhis sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because, my lord, you know my in other lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord ; I'll play the
orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Were for myself; and so, uny lord, atheu.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring the in to Bay-
nard's castle;
where you shall find me well accompanied.
With reverend fathers, and well-learned to shops.
Buck. I go ; and towards turte or ivor
o'clock,
Look for the news that the Guild-hall affords.
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Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.

[E, eunt Lovel, and Cates sy. Now will I in, to take some privy order To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; And to give notice, that no manner of person Have, any time, recourse auto the princes.

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sCENE WI.-A Street.

Enter a Scriv ENER.

Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings; which in a set band fairly is engross'd, That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. And mark how well the sequel haugs to:* ther :Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me . The precedent was full as long a doing : And yet within these five hours Hastings iiv'd, Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty. Here's a good would the while !—Who is ow gross, That cannot see this palpable device Yet who so bold, but says—he sees it not * Bad is the world ; and all will corne to manght. When such bad dealing must be seeu in tho-eti.e., ii.

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Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward’s children : Buck... I did; with his contráct with Lady Lucy, And his contráct by deputy in France: The insatiate greediness of his desires, And his enforcement of the city wives: His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, As being got, your father then in France; And his resemblance, being not like the duke. Withal, I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind: Laid open all your victories in Scotland, Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, Your botunty, virtue, fair humility ; Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. And, when my oratory grew to an end, ! bade thein, that did love their country's good, Cry–God save Richard, England's royal king Glo. And did they so 7 Back. No, so God help me, they spake not a word ; But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Which when I saw, I reprehended them ; And ask’d the mayor, what meant this wilful silence : His answer was, -the people were not us'd To be spoke to, but by the recorder. Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again : Thris saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd : But nothiug spoke in warrant from himself. When he had done, some followers of own, At lower end o'the hall, hurl’d up their caps, And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard ' And thus I took the vantage of the sew, Thanks, gent te citizens and friends, quoth I ; This general applause, and cheerful shout, Argizes your wisdom, and your love to Richard : And even here broke off and came away.

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Buck, Return, good Catesby, to the gracious uke ; Tell him, myself, the mayor, and aldermen, In deep designs, in matter of great moment, No less importing than the general good, Are come to have some conference with his grace. Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. Aoif. Buck. Ah has my lord, this prince is i. all Edward He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, * But on his knees at meditation ; Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, But meditating with two deep divines ; Not sleeping, to engross t his idle body, But praying, to enrich his watchful soul : Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er will him to it. Jiay. Marry, God defend, his grace should say us may ! Buck. I fear, he will : Here Catesby comes again ;

Re-enter CATEs by.

Now, Catesby, what says his grace
Cate. He wonders to what end you have as-
sembled
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before,
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him :
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love ;
And so once more return and tell his grace.
[Erit CATEsby.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them
thence ;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Euter Glosten, in a Gallery above, between two Bishops. CAT Es BY returns.

May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two clergymen Buck. Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity: And, see, a book of prayer in his hand ; True ornaments to know a holy inan. Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, Lend favourable ear to our requests; And pardon us the interruption Of thy devotion, and right-Christian zeal. Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; I rather do beseech you pardon me, Who, earnest in the service of tny God, Neglect the visitation of my friends, But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, And all good inen of this ungovern'd isle. Gto. I do suspect I have done some oftence, That seems disgracious in the city's eye ; Aud that you come to reprehend iny ignorance. Buck. You have, my lord ; Would it unight please your grace, On our entreaties to amend your fault :

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