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He dreamt, the boar had rased off his helm.
Besides, he says, there are two councils held;
And that may be determin’d at the one,
Which may make you

and him to rue at th' other.
Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleasure,
If you will presently take horse with him,
And with all speed post with him towards the north ;
To fhun the danger that his soul divines.

Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord,
Bid him not fear the separated councils :
His honour, and myself, are at the one ;
And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby ;
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance ;
And for his dreams, I wonder, he's so fond
To trust the mock'ry of unquiet slumbers.
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar, to follow us,
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
Mes. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. (Exit

. Enter Catesby. Cat. Many good morrows to my noble lord !

Hast. Good morrow, Catesby. You are early stirring; What news, what news, in this our tuttering state?

Car. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord ;
And, I believe, will never stand upright,
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm,

HAST. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean the

crown? CAT. Ay, my good lord.

Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cat from my shoulders,
Before I'll see the crown fo foul misplac’d.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
CAT. Ay, on my life ; and hopes to find you

Upon his party, for the gain thereof;
And thereupon he sends you this good news,
That this same day your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries;
But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows I will not do it, to the death.

Cat, God keep your lordship in that gracious mind !

Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence, That they, who brought me in


master's hate,
I live to look updn their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.

CAT. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.

Hast. O monstrous, monstrous ! and fo. falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Gray ; and so 'twill do
With some men elle, who think themselves as safe
As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

Cat. The princes both make high account of you-
For they account his head upon the bridge. [Alide.
HAST. I know they do, and I have well deserv'd it.

Enter Lord Stanley.
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear man ?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ?
STAN. My lord, good morrow ; and, good morrow,

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 you do yours.
And never in my days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now ;
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am ?
STAN. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from

Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure ;
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 tow'rd the Tower ? the day is spent.

Hast. Come, come, have with you... Wot ye what,

my lord ?

To day the lords, you talk of, are beheaded.
STAN. They, for their truth, might better wear their

Than some that have accus'd them, wear their hats,
But come, my lord, away.

Enter a Pursuivant.

Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow.

[Exeunt lord Stanley and Cately.

Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee?
Pur. The better, that your lordship please to ask.

Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,
Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet ;
Then I was going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies,
But now I tell thee (keep it to thyself,)
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better ftate, chan e'er I was.

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 see your honour.

Hast. I thank thee, good fir John, with all my heart. I'm in your debt for your last exercise : Come the next fabbath, and I will content you.

[He whispers.
Enter Buckingham.
Bock. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain ?
Your friends at Pomfret they do need a priest,
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men, you talk of, came into my mind.
What, go you tow'rd the Tower ?

Buck, I do, my lord, but long I shall not stay:
I shall return before your lordship thence.

Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCK. And supper too, altho' thou know'st it not.


Come, will you go?
Hast I'll wait upon your lordship.

[Exeunt. SCEN E IV. Changes to Pomfret-castle. Enter fir Richard Ratcliff, .with halberds, carrying lord

Rivers, lord Richard Gray, and Gr Thomas Vaughan to
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.

Gray. God keep the prince from all the pack of you, A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers,

Vau. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter,
RAT. Dispatch; the limit of


lives is out,
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! 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 lander to thy dismal seat,
We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

Gray. Now, Marg'ret's curse is fall’n upon our heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her fon.

Riv. Then curs'd she Richard, curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs’d the Hastings. O remember, God! To hear her prayer for them, as now for us. As for my fifter, and her princely fons, Be satisfy'd, dear God, with our true blood; Which, as thau know'lt, unjustly must be spilt.

RAT. Make kiaste, the hour of death is now expired.

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