2 Cis. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: So kong a growing, and so leisurely,
I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.

That, if his rule were trne, he should be gracions.
Enter another Citizen.

Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed !

Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt! i Cit. Give you good morrow, sir!

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'ı, 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, death?

To touch his growth nearer, than he touch'd mine. 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! Duch. How,my young York? I pr’ythee,let me hear it. 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world! York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; reign.

'Twas full two years, ere I could get a tooth.
3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
That, in his nonage, council under him,

York. Grandam, his nurse.
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,

Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead, ere thou wast
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

born.
1 Cis. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell, who told me.
Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd.
3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends, Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child!
God wot;

Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
For then this land was famously enrich'd

Enter a Messenger,
With politic grave counsel; then the king

Arch. Here comes a messenger :
Had virtuous uncles, to protect his grace.

What news?
1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and Mess. Such news, my lord,
mother.

As grieves me to unfold.
3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Q. Lliz. How doth the prince?
Or, by his father, there were none at all:

Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

Duch. What is thy news?
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pom-
O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster,

fret,
And the queen's sons,and brothers, haught and proud: With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,

Duch. Who hath committed them?
This sickly land might solace, as before.

Mess. The mighty dukes,
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. Gloster and Buckingham.
3 Cit. When clouds are scen, wise men put on their Q. Eliz. For what offence ?
cloaks;

Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Is all aukown to me, my gracious lady.
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind.
'Tis more, than we deserve, or I expect.

Insalting tyranny begins to jut
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : Upon the innocent and awless throne: -
You cannot reason almost with a man

Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

I see, as in a map, the end of all.
3 Cit. Before the duys of change still is it so: Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust

of you have mine eyes beheld!
Ensning danger; as, by proof, we see

My husband lost his life, to get the crown,
The water swell before a boist'rous storm.

And often up and down my sons were tost,
But leave it all to God! Whither away?

For me to joy, and weep, their gain and loss :
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. And being seated, and domestic broils
3 Cit. And so was I ; P'll bear you company. (E.reunt. Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,

SCENEIV. - The same. A room in the palace. Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous
York, Queen ELIZABETH, und the Duchess of York. And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen;
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Strat- Or let me die, to look on death no more!
ford;

Q. Eliz. Come,come, my boy, we will to sanctuary. —
And at Northampton they do rest tn-night: Madam, farewell!
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Duch. Stay, I will go with you.
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince. Q. Eliz. You have no cause.
I hope, he is much grown, since last I saw him. Arch. My gracious lady, go, (To the Queen.
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York And thither bear your treasnre and your goods !
Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

For my part, l'll resign unto your grace
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. The seal I keep. And so betide to me,
Duch. Why, my young cousin ? it is good to grow. As well I tender you, and all of yours !
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, Come, P'll conduct you to the sanctuary. Exeunt.
My uncle Rivers talk'd, how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster,
Small herbs have grace, greut weeds do grow apace:

ACT III.
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,

SCENET. The same. A street.
Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, G1.0-

Duch.'Good faith,'good faith, the saying did not hold ster, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and Others.
In him, that did object the same to thee:

Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your
He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young.

chamber!

How many

Glo. A greater gilt, than that, I'll give my cousiz.

York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:

Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign! Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:
The weary way hath made you melancholy. Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit

Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way For your best health and recreation.
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: I want more uncles here to welcome me.

Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord ? Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place, Math not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. No more can you distinguish of a man,

Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Than of his outward show; which , God he knows, Successively from age to age, he built it? Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Those uncles, which you want, were davgerous ;

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd ; Your grace attended to the sugar'd words,

Methinks, the truth shall live from age to age, Bul look'd not on the poison of their hearts: As 'were retail'd to all posterity, God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Even to the general all-ending day. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. were none.

(Aside. Clo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet

Prince. What say you, uncle? you.

Glo. I

say, without characters, fame lives long. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train, Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,

Aside. May. God bless your grace with health and happy I moralize two meanings in one word. days!

Prince. That Julius Caesar was a famous man; Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and thank you With what his valour did enrich his wit, all.

[Exeunt Mayor, etc. His wit set down to make his valour live:
I thought my mother, and my brother York, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
Would long ere this have met us on the way. For vow he lives in fame, though not in life. —
Fye, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Buck. Wliat, my gracious lord ?
Enter Hastings.

Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating I'll win our ancient right in France again, lord.

Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Prince. Welcome, my lord! What, will our mother Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

come? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, pot I, Enter YORK, Hastings, and the Cardinal. The queen your mother, and your brother York, Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of Have taken sanctuary. The tender prince

York. Wonld fain have come with me, to meet your grace,

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving But by his mother was perforce withheld.

brother? Buck. F'ye! what an indirect and peevish course York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Is this of hers? - Lord cardinal, will your grace

Prince, Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Persuade the queen, to send the duke of York Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Unto his princely brother presently?

Which by his death hath lost much majesty, If she deny, - lord Hastings, go with him, Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce!

York. I thauk you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Can from his mother win the duke of York, The prince my brother hath outgrowu me far. Anon expect him here! but if she be obdurate

Glo. He hath, my lord. To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid,

York. And therefore is he idle? We should infringe the holy privilege

Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,

York. Then is he more beholden to you, thao J. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; Buck. You are too senseless obstinate, my lord, But you have power in me, as in a kinsnan. Too ceremonions, and traditional.

York, I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger! Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all

my You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

Prince. A beggar, brother? The benefit thereof is always granted

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; To those, whose dealings have deserv'd the place, And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give And those, who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor desery'd it; York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; You break no privilege, nor charter there. In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
But sanctuary children, ne'er till pow.

York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little ford?

York. I would, that I might thank

you as you call me.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. How?
Hast. I go, my lord.

York, Little.
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste yon Prince. My lord of York will still be cross io talk ; -

[Exeunt Card. und Hastings. Uncle, your grace knows, how to bear with him.
Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? Vacle, my brother mocks both you and me;

Glo. Where it seems best anto your royal self. Because that I am little, like an ape,
If I may counsel you, some day, or two, He thinks, that you should bear me on your shoulders.

heart

may!

Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

Gio. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.

We may digestour complots in some form. (Exeunt. Glo. My gracious lord, will't

please you pass along? SCENE II. — Before Lord Hastings' house. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,

Enter a Messenger. Will to your mother; to entreat of her,

Mess. My lord, my lord, –

[Knocking To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Hast. [Within.) Who knocks? York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my

lord ? Mess. One from lord Stanley.
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Hast. [Within.) What is't o'clock ?
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.
Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear ?

Enter Hastings.
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedions nights ?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Hast. And then, Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart, To-night the boar had rased off his helm : Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Besides, he says, there are two councils held; (Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Car- And that may be determin’d at the one, dinal, and Attendants.

Which may make you and him to rue at th’other. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleaWas not incensed by his subtle mother,

sure, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? If presently you will take horse with him,

Glo. No doubt, no doubt. 0,’tis a parlous boy; And with all speed post with him toward the north, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;

To shun the danger that his soul divines. He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ! Buck. Well, let them rest!

Bid him not fear the separated councils : Come hither, gentle Catesby! thou art sworn Flis honour, and myself, are at the one; As deeply to effect what we inter.d,

And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; As closely to conceal what we impart:

Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the

way; - Whereof I shall not have intelligence. What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance; To make William lord Hastings of our mind, And for his dreams- I wonder, he's so fond For the instalment of this noble duke

To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers : In the seat royal of this famous isle?

To lly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Were to incense the boar to follow us,
That he will not be won to aught against him. And make pursuit; where he did mean no chase.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
not he?

And we will both together to the Tower,
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle Mess.I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.[Exit.
Catesby,

Enter CATESBY.
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord!
How he doth stand affected to our purpose; Hast. Good morrow, Catesby !yon are early stirring;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
To sit about the coronation.

Cate. It is a recling world, indeed, my lord; If thau dost find him tractable to us,"

And, I believe, will never stand upright, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

Hast. How? wear the garland ? dost thou mean the Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,

crown? And give us notice of his inclination:

Cate. Ay, my good lord ! For we to-morrow hold divided councils,

Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.

shoulders. Glo.Commend me to lord William: tell him, Catesby, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

But canst thon guess, that he doth aiin at it? To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Upon his party, for the gain thereof: Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. And, thereupon, he sends you this good news, Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly! That, this same very day, your enemies, Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Cate. You shall, my lord!

Because they have been still my adversaries: Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. But, that l'lí give my voice on Richard's side,

[Exit Catesby. To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we God know's, I will not do it, to the death.
perceive

Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth
Glo. Chop off his head, man; — somewhat we will hence,
do:

That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me I live to look upon their tragedy.
The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
Whereof the king my brother was possess’d.

I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.

my lord ?

Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be

Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, SCENE III. -- Pomfret. Before the Castle.
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it. Enter Ratcliff, with a Guard, conducting Rivers,
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out Grey, and VAUCHAN, to execution.
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.
With some men else, who think themselves as safel Riv, Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, --
As thou, and I ; who, as thou know'st, are dear To-day, shalt thou behold a subject dic,
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.

For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Cute. The princes both make high account of you, Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
For they account his head upon the bridge. [utside. A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
Hust. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd it. Vaugh. Yon live,that shall cry woe this hereafter.
Enter STANLEY.

Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out. Come on, come on! wliere is your boar-spear,

man? Riv, O Pomfret, Pomfret! o`thou bloody prison, Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? Fatal and ominous to noble peers ! Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Richard the second here was hack'd to death ;

Within the guilty closure of thy walls
Catesby! -
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,

And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
I do not like these several councils, 1.

We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;

Grey. Now Margaret's curseis fallen upon our heads,

When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now;

For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.
Think you, but that I know our state secure,

Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'd she BackI would be so triumphant as I am?

ingham,

Then curs'd she Richard. 0, remember, God,
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from To hear her prayers for them, as pow for us!
London,

And for my sister, and her princely sons,
Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure, Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrost; Which, as thou know'st, unjust!y must be spilt!
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast. Rat, Make haste, the hour of death is expiate !
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;

Riv. Come, Grey, - come, Vaughan, - let us here Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!

embrace : What, shall we toward the Tower ? the day is spent. Farewell, until we meet again in heaven! (Ereunt. Hast. Come, come, have with you! --Wot you what, SCENE IV. - London, A room in the Tower,

BUCKINGHAM, Stanley, Hastings, the Bishop of Eus, To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded.

Catesey, Lovel, and Others , sitting ai a table: Stan, They, for their truth, might better wear their Officers of the Council

attending heads,

Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
Than some, that liave accus'd them, wear their hats. Is--to determine of the coronation :
But come, my lord, let's away!

In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Enter a Pursuivant.

Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
Hast. Goon before, I'll talk with this good fellow! Stan. They are; and wants but nomination.

[Exeunt Stanley and Catesby. Lly. To-morrow then I judge a happy day; How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee?

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's miod herein?
Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask. Who is most inward with the noble duke?
Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,

Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his
Than when thou met'st me last, where now we meet: mind.
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,

Buck. We know each other's faces : for our hearts, –
By the suggestion of the queen's allies;

He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,}

Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine :This day those enemies are put to death,

Lords Hastings, you and he are near in love.
And I in better state than ere I was.

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he lores me well;
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good content! But, for his purpose in the coronation,
Hast. Gramercy, fellow! There, drink that for me! I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd

Throwing him his purse. Ilis gracious pleasure any way therein:
Purs. I thank your honour! [Exit Pursuivant. But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
Enter a Priest.

And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Pr. Well met, my lord! I am glad to see your honour. Which, 1 presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my heart.

Enter Grosten. I am in your debt for your last exercise;

Lly. In happy time, here comes the duke himself!
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you. Gio. My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow!
Enter BUCKINGHAN.

I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? My absence doth neglect no great design,
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; which by my presence might have been conclnded.
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Buck. Had you not come upou your cue, my lord,
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,
The men you talk of came into my mind.

I mean, your voice,- for crowning of the king.
What, go you toward the Tower?
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there:

bolder; I shall return before your lordship thence.

His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. I saw good strawberries in your garden there;

(Aside. I do beseech you, send for some of them. Come, will you go?

Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart, Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt.

[Érit Ely.

Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you! Ready, with every nod, to tumble down

(Takes him aside. Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Cateshy hath sounded Hastings in our business; Lov. Come, come, dispatch ! 'tis bootless to exclaim. And finds the testy gentleman so hot,

Hast. O, bloody Richard! – miserable England! That he will lose his head, ere give consent I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,

That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with yon. They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. [Exeunt.

[Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. SCENE V. - The same. The Tower walls. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;

Enter Gloster and BưCKINCHAN, in rusty armour, For I myself am not so well provided,

marvellous ill-favoured. As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. Glo. Come, cousin! canst thou quake, and change Re-enter Bishop of Ely.

thy colour? Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent

Murder thy breath in middle of a word, For these strawberries.

And then again begin, and stop again, Hasi. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this As if thou wert distranght, and mad with terror? morning;

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; There's some conceit or other likes him well,

Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.

Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,

Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;

Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

And both are ready in their offices,
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, At any time, to grace my stratagems.
Ву any
likelihood he show'd to-day?

But what, is Catesby gone?
Hust. Marry, that with no mau here he is offended; Glo. He is; and see, he brings the mayor along.
For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

Enter the Lord Olayor and Catesby.

Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord Re-enter Gloster and BUCKINGHAM.

mayor, Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,

Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there! That do conspire my death with devilish plots

Buck. Hark, hark! a drum!
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailid

Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls !
Upon my body with their hellish charms ?
Hast. The tender love ! bear your grace, my lord, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies !

Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent for you, -Makes me most forward in this noble presence

Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us! To doom the offenders. Whosoe'er they be,

Enter Lovel and RatclIFF, with Hastings's head. I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil,

Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratclill, and Lovel.

Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm

The dangerous and msuspected Hastings. Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep.
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrons witch,

I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

That breath'd upon the earth a Christian ;

Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
Ilast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord, -
Glo. If! thou protector of this damped strumpet, so smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,

The history of all her secret thoughts:
Talk'st thou to me of ifs ? - Thou art a traitor:-

That, his apparent open guilt omitted, – Off' with his head! - now, by Saint Paul I swear,

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, I will not dine until I see the same!-

He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done!

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me!

traitor
[Exeunt Council, with Gloster and

That ever liv'd. - Look you, my lord mayor,
Buckingham.

Would you imagine, or almost believe,
Hast. Woe, woe, for England ! not a whit for me; (Were't not, that by great preservation
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:

We live to tell it yon,) the subtle traitor Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ;

This day, had plotted, in the council-house,
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

To murder me, and my good lord of Closter ?
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, May. What! had he so ?
And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels?
As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.

Or that we would, against the form of law,
O, now I want the priest that spake to me: Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
I now repent I told the pursuivant,

But that the extreme peril of the case,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies

The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, Enforc'd us to this execution ?
And I myself secure in grace and favour.

Muy. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd his death ;
0, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse And your good graces both have well proceeded,
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.

To warn false traitors from the like attempts,
Cate. Dispatch, my lord, the duke would be at din- I never look'd for better at his hands,
ner;

After he once fell in with mistress Shore,
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. Buck. Yet had we not determin’d he should die,
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men, Until your lordship came to see his end ;
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Who builds his hope in air of your fuir looks, Somewhat against our meanivg, hath preventeri:
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;

Because, my lord, we would have had you heard