He dreamt, the boar had rafed off his helm. Which may make you and him to rue at th' other. And with all speed poft with him towards the north; HAST. GO, fellow, go, return unto thy lord, Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting inftance; And we will both together to the Tower, Where, he shall fee, the boar will ufe us kindly. MES. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you fay. [Exit. Enter Catesby. CAT. Many good morrows to my noble lord! And, I believe, will never ftand upright, HAST. How! wear the garland ? doft thou mean the crown? CAT. Ay, my good lord. HAST. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my fhoulders, Before I'll fee the crown fo foul mifplac'd. But canft thou guess that he doth aim at it? CAT. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward Upon his party, for the gain thereof; And thereupon he fends you this good news, The kindred of the queen, muft die at Pomfret. God knows I will not do it, to the death. CAT, God keep your lordship in that gracious mind! That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy. Well, Catefby, ere a fortnight make me older, I'll fend fome packing that yet think not on't. CAT. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, HAST. O monftrous, monftrous! and fo. falls it out CAT. The princes both make high account of you For they account his head upon the bridge. [Afide. HAST. I know they do; and I have well deferv'd it. 1 Enter Lord Stanley. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear man ? STAN. My lord, good morrow; and, good morrow, You may jeft on, but, by the holy rood, I do not like these several councils, I. I hold my life as dear as you do yours. I would be so triumphant as I am? STAN. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, Were jocund, and fuppos'd their states were fure; And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; What, fhall we tow'rd the Tower? the day is fpent. my lord? To day the lords, you talk of, are beheaded. Wot ye what, STAN. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads, Than fome that have accus'd them, wear their hats. -But come, my lord, away. Enter a Purfuivant. HAST. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt lord Stanley and Catefby. Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee? PUR. God hold it to your honour's good content! HAST. Gramercy, fellow; there, drink that for me. [Throws him his purse. PUR. I thank your honour. [Exit Pur. Enter a priest. PRIEST. Well met, my lord, I'm glad to fee your honour. HAST. I thank thee, good fir John, with all my heart. I'm in your debt for your laft exercife: Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. Enter Buckingham. [He whispers. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain ? Your friends at Pomfret they do need a priest, Your honour hath no fhriving work in hand. HAST. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The men, you talk of, came into my mind. Buck. I do, my lord, but long I shall not stay: I fhall return before your lordship thence. HAST. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. [AGide. Come, will you go? HAST I'll wait upon your lordship... SCENE IV. Changes to Pomfret-castle. [Exeunt. Enter fir Richard Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying lord Rivers, lord Richard Gray, and fir Thomas Vaughan to death. RAT. Come, bring forth the prifoners. RIV. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this; To day fhalt thou behold a fubject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. GRAY. God keep the prince from all the pack of you, A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. VAU. You live, that fhall cry woe for this hereafter. Within the guilty clofure of thy walls Richard the fecond, here, was hack'd to death: We give to thee our guiltlefs blood to drink. GRAY. Now, Marg'ret's curfe is fall'n 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 Richard, curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs'd the Haftings. O remember, God! To hear her prayer for them, as now for us. As for my fifter, and her princely fons, RAT. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expired. |