To bar my master's heirs in true descent, God knows, I will not do it, to the death. Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind! Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Haft. O monstrous, monftrous! and fo falls it out Cate. The princes both make high account of you,- For they account his head upon the bridge. Enter STANLEY. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? the boar, and go so unprovided? Fear you Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Catefby: You may jeft on, but by the holy rood, I do not like these several councils, I. Haft. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; And never, in my life, I do protest, Was it more precious to me than 'tis now : I would be fo triumphant as I am? Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Lon don, Were Were jocund, and fuppos'd their states were sure, To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads, Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. Enter a Purfuivant. Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. How now, firrah? how goes the world with thee? Purf. God hold it, to your honour's good content! Purf. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. Enter Enter a Prieft. Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour. Haft. I thank thee, good fir John, with all my heart. I am in your debt for your last exercise ; Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. Enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? Haft. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there: Haft. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to execution. Rat. Come, bring forth the prifoners. Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, To-day To-day fhalt thou behold a subject die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. Vaugh. You live, that fhall cry woe for this hereafter. Rat. Defpatch; the limit of your lives is out. Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Within the guilty clofure of thy walls, Richard the fecond here was hack'd to death: We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Grey. Now Margaret's curfe is fallen upon our heads, When the exclaim'd on Haftings, you, and I, For ftanding by when Richard stabb'd her fon. Riv. Then curs'd fhe Haftings, then curs'd fhe Buck. ingham, Then curs'd the Richard :-O, remember, God, brace: Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop of Ely, CATESBY, LOVEL, and Others, fitting at a table: Officers of the council attending. Haft. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met In God's name, fpeak, when is the royal day? Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein ? Who is moft inward with the noble duke? Ely. Your grace, we think, fhould fooneft 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 Haftings, you and he are near in love. Haft. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd But you, my noble lord, may name the time; Enter GLOSTER. Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. |