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Persuade the queen to send the duke of York

15 Unto his princely brother presently? In London.

If the deny,-lord Hastings, you go with him, Tbe trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, tbc And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

Dukes of Gifter und Buckingbam, Cardinal Buur- Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak tv chier, and obers.

oratory

Buck. WELCOME, sweet prince, to London,20 Can from his mother win the duke of York,

to your chamber'. [reign :

Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove.

To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid The weary way hath made you melancholy.

We should infringe the holy privilege Prince. No, uncle; but our crolíes on the way

Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:

25 Would I be guilty of so deep a fin. I want more uncies here to weicome me. [years

Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your

Too ceremonious, and traditional ? : Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit:

Weigh it but with the grosiness of this age, No more can you distinguish of a man,

You break not fanctuary in seizing him. Than of his outward mew; which, God he knows, 30 The benefit thereof is always granted Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

To those whose dealings have deferv'd the place, Thore uncles, which you want, were dangerous;

And those who have the wit to claim the place : Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,

This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deferv'd it; But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :

Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : God keep you from them, and from such false 35 Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, friends!

You break no privilege nor charter there. Prince. God keep me from falle friends! but

Ost I have heard of fanctuary men; they were none.

(greet you.

But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to

Card. My lord, you thall o'er-rule my mind Enter the Lord Mayor, and bis Z rain.

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for once.-Mayor. God bless your grace with health and

Come on, lord Haflings, will you go with me? happy days!

Het. I go, my lord. Prince. I thank you, good my lord :--and thank

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy hafte

you may I thought, my mother, and my brother York,

[Exeunt Cardinal, and Hastings. Would long ere this have met us on the way :

Say, uncle Glofter, if our brother come, Fie, what a nug is Hastings ! that he comes not

Where thall we sojourn 'till our coronation ? 'To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self.
Enter Ilastings.

If I may counsel you, some day, or two,

50 Your highness Mall repose you at the Tower: Buck. And, in good time, here comes the Then where you please, and shall be thought sweating lord. [ther come?

most fit Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mo- For your best health and recreation.

Haft. On what occasion, God he knows, nut I, Prince. I do not like the Tower of any place :The queen your mother, and your brother York, 55 Did Julius Casar build that place, my lord ? Have taken fanctuary: The tender prince

Gly. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place;
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edify'd.
But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Prince. Is it upon record ?, or else reported
Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevith course Successively from age to age, he built it?
Is this of hers ? --Lord cardinal, will your grace lool Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

i London was ancicatly called Cameriu rogisia 2 Ceremonicus for Supernitious; traditional for adherent to old cukums.

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Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Glo. How? Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, York. Little. As 'twere retail'd' to all pofterity,

Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Even to the general all-ending day. Gls. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live 5 Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. long 2.

York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with Prince. What say you, uncle?

Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Thus, like the formal vice 3, Iniquity,

Because that I am little like an ape,

10 He thinksthat you should bear me on your moulders. Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man; Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reaWith what his valour did enrich his wit,

rons!
His wit set down to make his valour live : To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

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So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.

Gl. My lord, will 't please you pass along? Back. What, my gracious lord ?

Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Prince. An if I live until I be a man,

Will to your mother; to entreat of her, Tll win our ancient right in France again,

To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Gio. Short summers lightly 4 have a forward

lord ? spring.

[-Afide. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it fo.

York. I shall not seep in quiet at the Tower. Enter York, Haftings, and the Cardinal.

Glo. Why, what should you fcar? Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke 25 York. Marry, my uncle Clarence'angry ghost; of York.

[brother? My grandam told me, he was murther'd there. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Prince. I fear no uncles dead. Tork. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: 30 But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Too late 5 he died, that might have kept that Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. title,

[Exeunt Prince, York, Haftings, Cardinal, and Which by his death has lost much majesty.

Attendants.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York: Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating
Yerk. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, 135)

York
You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. To taunt and scorn you thus opprobrisusy?
Glo. He hath, my lord.

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; 0, 'tis a parlous boy ; York. And therefore is he idle?

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; Glo. O my fair cousin, I must not say so. 40 He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Tork. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Buck. Well, let them rest Come hither, Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;

Catesby; thou art sworn
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. As deeply to effect what we intend,

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. As closely to conceal what we impart :
Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. 45 Thou know'it our reasons urg'd upon the way ;-
Prince. A beggar, brother?

What think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give : To make William lord Hastings of our mind, And, being but a toy, which is no gist to give. For the instalment of this noble duke

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. In the seat royal of this famous ille?
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? 50 Cates. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. That he will not be won to aught against him..
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will
gifts;

not he? In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.

Cares. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Gl. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. 155

Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Catesby, Gle. What, would you have my weapon, little And, as it were far off, found thou lord Hastings, lord ?

[me. How he doth stand affected to our purpose ; York. I would, that I might thank you as you call land summon him to-morrow to the Tower,

1 i. e. diffused, dispersed. 2 A proverbial line. 3 By vice the author means not a quality, but a perfon. See note 3, p. 4926.

4 i. e. commonly, in ordinary course. Si. e. too lately, the loss is too freih in our memory. ojce. I should still eftecm it bus a trifling gift, werc it heavier.

TO To fit about the coronation.

Haft Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; If thou doft find him tractable to us,

Bid him not fear the separated councils : Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons : His honour, and myself, are at the one; If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Be thou so too; and so break off the talk, 5 Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, And give us notice of his inclination :

Whereof I shall not have intelligence. For we to-morrow hold divided' councils, Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance3 : Wherein thyself thalt highly be employ'd.

And for his dreams,-Iwonder, he's so fond Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him, To trust the mockery of unquiet Numbers: Catesby,

10 To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

Were to incense the boar to follow us, To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; And make pursuit, where he did mean no chasca And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. And we will both together to the Tower, Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business 15 Where, he thall see, the boar will use us kindly. soundly.

[can. Mej. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you Catef. My good lords both, with all the heed I

say.

[Exir. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we

Enter Catesby. Cates. You shåll, my lord.

[Deep?

Cares. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Glv. At Crosby-place, there you shall find us both. 20 Haft. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early

[Exit Carefny.

Itirring; Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we What news, what news, in this our tottering state? perceive

Cares. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? And, I believe, will never stand upright, Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we 25 Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. will do:

Hajt. How? wear the garland ? dost thou mean And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me

Cares. Ay, my good lord. {thc crown? The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Hajt. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my Whereof the king my brother was possess’d.

moulders, Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. 30 Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac’d.

Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? (ward Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards

Caref. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forWe may digest our complots in some form. Upon his party, for the gain thereof:

[Exeunt. And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,

35 That, this same very day, your enemies, SCENE

The kindred of the queen, muft die at Pomfret. Before Lord Haffings' House.

Haft. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Enter a Messenger.

Because they have been still my adversaries :

But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's fide, Mif. My lord, my lord,

140 To bar my master's heirs in true descent, Hal. (Within.) Who knocks?

God knows, I will not do it, to the death. [mind! Mes. One from lord Stanley.

Catef. God keep your lordship in that gracious Haf. What is't o'clock ?

Haft. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month Mej. Upon the stroke of four.

hence, Enter Haftings.

45 That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Hall. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious I live to look upon their tragedy. nights ?

Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Mf. So it should seem by that I have to say. 17l send some packing, that yet think not on't. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Cares. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Haft. And then,-

50 When men are unprepar’d, and look not for it. Mil

. Then certifies your lordship, that this night Haft. O monstrous, inonstrous ! and fo falls it out He dreamt, the boar had rased - off his helm :

With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Besides, he says, there are two councils held; With some men elle, who think themselves as safe And that may be determin'd at the one,

As thou, and l; whe, as thou know'st, arc dear Which may make you and him to rue at the other. 55 To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea- Cates. The princes both make high account of If presently you will take horse with him, (fure,

you, And with all speed post with him toward the north, For they account his head upon the bridge. [Afide. To mun the danger that his foul divines.

Haft. I know they do; and I have well deserv'd it.

II.

1 i.e. a private consultation, separate from the known and publick council. 2 This term rased or rasped is always given to describe the violence inflicted by a boar. By a bour, throughout this scene, is meant Glofter, who was called the bar, or the bog, as has been before observed, from his having a boar for his cognizance, and one of the supporters of his coat of arms, 3 j. e. wanting some example or act of malevolence, by which they may be justified,

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Enter Stanley.

Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st Come on, come on, where is your boar-Ipear, man?

it not.

[Afide. Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? Come, will you go? Starl. My lord, good morrow ;-and good mor- Haft. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. row, Catesby :

SCENE III.
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood',
I do not like these several councils, I.

Before Pomfret-cafile.
Haft. My lord.

Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, conducting Lord Rivers, I hold my life as dear as you do yours ;

Lord Richard Grey, and Sir Tbomas Vaugban to And never, in my days, I do protest,

execution. Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Think you, but that I know our state secure, Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, I would be so triumphant as I am? (London, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die, Stanl. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

[you ! Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, 15 Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. (after. But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereThis sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;

Rat. Dispatch : the limit of your lives is out. Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward ! Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, What, mall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. 20 Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Hafi. Come, come, have with you 2-Wot you Within the guilty closure of thy walls, what, my lord ?

Richard the second here was hack'd to death: To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. And, for more Nander to thy dismal feat, Stanl. They, for their truth 3, might better wear We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.[heads. their heads,

25 Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. When the exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, But come, my lord, let's away.

For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son. Enter a Pursuivant.

Riv. Then curs'd the Hastings, curs'd the Buck.. Haft. Goon before, I'll talk with this good fellow.

ingham, [Exeunt Lord Stanley, and Carefby.30 Then curs'd the Richard :-0, remember, God, Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee? To hear her prayer for them, as now for us!

Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask. As for my filter, and her princely sons,

Haft. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods, Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet: Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt! Then I was going prisoner to the Tower, 35 Rat. Make halte, the hour of death is now exBy the suggestion of the queen’s allies;

pir'd.

[embrace : But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)

Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan, let us here This day those enemies are put to death,

Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. (Exeunt. And I in better state than ere I was.

SCENE Purs. God hold 4 it, to your honour's good con-40

The Tower. Haft. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for

[Tbrows bim bis purje. Ruckingban, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, , Purj. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. Catesby, Lovel, with orbers ai a table. Enter a Priest.

Haft. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are Prieft. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see 45|1s—to deterinine of the coronation : (met your honour.

[heart. In God's name, speak, when is the royal day? Hafi. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? I am in your debt for your last 5 exercise ;

Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination. Come the next sabbath, and I will content you. Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. (in ? Enter Buckingbam.

50 Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind hereBuck. What, talking with a priest, lord Cham- Who is most inward with the noble duke? berlain?

Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;

his mind.

[hearts, Your honour hach no shriving work in hand.

Buck. We know each other's faces : for our Hafi. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, 55 He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ; The men you talk of came into my mind. Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine : What, go you toward the Tower ? [there : Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

Buck. I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay Haft. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; I thall return before your lordship thence.

But, for his purpose in the coronation, Hafi. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. 16011 have not founded hiin, nor he deliver'd

Ii. e. the cross. 2 A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, I bave f-mething to say to you. 3. e, honesty. 4 i e, continue it. Si. e. performance of divine service. o Sbriving wirk is forfofics.

His

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me.

His gracious pleasure any way therein:

(Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: But you, my noble lord, may name the time : And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. That by their witchcraft thus have mark'd me. Enter Glofter.

5 Hall. If they have done this deed, my noble Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.

lord,

(pet, Gło. My noble lords and cousins, all good mor- Gls. If! thou protector of this damned strumI have been long a Neeper ; but I trust, [row, Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?- Thou art a traitor :My absence doth neglect no great design,

Off with his head;-now, by Saint Paul I swear, Which by my presence might have been concluded. 10 I will not dine until I see the same. Buck. Had you not come upon your cue', my Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done ;lord,

The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me. William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your party

[Exit Council, wirb Richard and Buckingham. I mean, your voice,—for crowning of the king. Hafi. Woe, woe, for England ! not a whit for Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be 15)

me; bolder;

For 1, too fond, might have prevented this:
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.- Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;
My lord of Ely, when I was latt in Holborn, But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly. [ble,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there; Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse 3 did ftum-
I do beleech you, send for some of them. 20 And started, when he look'd upon the Tower,
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house.

[Exit Ely. O, now I need the priest that spake to me :
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. now repent I told the pursuivant,
Catesby hath founded Hastings in our business; As too triumphing, how mine enemies
And finds the telty gentleman so hot,

25 To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
That he will lose his head, ere give consent, And I myself secure in grace and favour.
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, O, Margarei, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. Caref. Dilnatch, my lord, the duke would be

[Excunt Glofter and Buckinghan. 30 at dinner; Stanl. We have not yet set down this day of Make a Mort fhritt; he longs to see your head. triumph.

Haft. O momentary grace of mortal men, To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden; Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! For I myself am not fo well provided,

Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
As else I would be, were the day prolong’d. 35 Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Re-enter Bijhup of Ely.

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
For these strawberries.

(morning; Lov. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exHaft. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this

claim.

(gland! There's some conceit or other likes him well,

40 Haft. On, bloody Richard !- -miserable En. When he doth bid good morrow with such fpirit. I prophefy the fearful'st time to thee, I think there's ne'er a man in Christendon,

That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Can leffer hide his love, or hate, than he ;

Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; For by his face straight shall you know his heart. They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face, 45

(Excunt. By any likelihood ? he Mew'd to-day?

S CE N E V.
Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended;

The Tower-Walls.
For, were he, he had mewn it in his looks.
Re-enter Glyfter and Buckingham.

Enter Glofter, arid Buckingham, in rusty armour, Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, 501

marvellous ill-favour'd. That do conspire my death with devilith plots Glo. Come, coufin, canst thou quake, and change Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailed

thy cclour! Upon my body with their hellish charms?

Murder thy breath in middle of a word, Haft. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, And then again begin, and stop again, Makes me most forward in this noble presence 55 As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror? To doom the offenders : Whofoe'er they be,

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

Speak, and look back, and pry on every fide, Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm Jintending deep suspicion : ghastly looks

'This expression is borrowed from the tlreatre. The cue, queue, or rail of a speech, consists of the laft words, which are the token for an entrance or answer. To come on the cue, therefore, is to come at the proper time. 2 i. e. appearance. 3 The berongs of a horse, and sometimes a horse himfelf, were anciendly denominated a fost-civib.

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