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Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd;
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd' to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.
Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live 5 Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with
Prince. What say you, uncle?
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long.
Thus, like the formal vice 3, Iniquity,
moralize, two meanings in one
Prince. That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live:
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.-15
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
Buck. What, my gracious lord?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward
Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.
Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the 25
duke of York.
Prince. Richard of York, how fares our loving
York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: 30
Too late he died, that might have kept that
Which by his death has lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, 35
You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
Glo. He hath, my lord.
York. And therefore is he idle?
1i.e, diffused, dispersed. person. See note 3, p. 492. too fresh in our memory.
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My lord, will 't please you pass along?
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Will to your mother; to entreat of her,
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go into the Tower, my
Glo. O my fair cousin, I must not say so.
York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I.
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman.
York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. 45
Prince. A beggar, brother?
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give:
And, being but a toy, which is no gift to give.
Glo, A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? 50
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light
In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. 55
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little
York. I would, that I might thank you as you call
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
Because that I am little, like an ape.
Hethinksthatyoushouldbearmeon your shoulders.
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he rea-
Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; O,'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
40 He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them rest.-Come hither,
Catesby; thou art sworn
As deeply to effect what we intend,
As closely to conceal what we impart :
Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;-
What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter.
To make William lord Hastings of our mind,
For the instalment of this noble duke
In the seat royal of this famous isle?
Cates. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
That he will not be won to aught against him.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will
Cates. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
Buck, Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
A proverbial line. By vice the author means not a quality, but a i.e. commonly, in ordinary course. i.e. too lately, the loss is i.e. I should still esteem it but a trifling gift, were it heavier.
To sit about the coronation.
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,'
Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination :
For we to-morrow hold divided' councils,
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
Glo. Commend me to lord Williain: tell him,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business
Cates. My good lords both, with all the heed I
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
Cates. You shall, my lord.
Glo. At Crosby-place, there you shall find us 20
Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we
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 mockery of unquiet slumbers:
10To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar 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
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
Glo. Chop off his head, man;-somewhat we 25
Before Lord Hastings' house.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My lord, my lord,—
Hast. [Within.] Who knocks?
Mes. One from lord Stanley.
Hast. What is't o'clock?
Mes. Upon the stroke of four.
What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
Cates. 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..
Cates. Ay, my good lord. [the crown?
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? [ward
Cates.Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for-
Upon his party, for the gain thereof:
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,-
35 That, this same very 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,
40 To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death. [mind!
Cates. God keep your lordship in that gracious
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twleve-month
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables
Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.
Buck. I'llclaimthat promise at your grace's hand. 30
Glo. And look to have it yielded withallkindness.
Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards
We may digest our complots in some form.
Cates. Many good morrows to my noble lord'
Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early
Enter Hastings. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?
Mes. So it should seem by that I have to say.
First, he commends him to your noble self.
Hast. And then,-
Mes. Then certifies your lordship, that this night
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. 55
Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea-
If presently you will take horse with him, [sure,-
And with all speed post with him toward the north,
To shun the danger that his soul divines.
45 That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy,
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.
Cates. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, 50 When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Hast.O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Cates. The princes both make high account of
i. e. a private consultation, separate from the known and public council. 2. This term rased or rashed is alway given to describe the violence inflicted by a boar. By a boar, throughout this scene, is meant Gloster, who was called the boar, or the hog, as has been before observed, from his having a boar for his cognizance, and one of the supporters of his coat of arms. i.e, wanting some example or act of malevolence, by which they may be justified.
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear,
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
Stanl. 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 more precious to me than 'tis now :
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?
Stanl.The lords at Pomfret,when they rode from
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, 15
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast.
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. 20 Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you what, my lord?
To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stanl. They, for their truth', might better wear
Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their
But come, my lord, let's away.
Enter a Pursuivant.
Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st
Come, will you go?
Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
Enter Sir Richard Ratcliff, conducting Lord Rivers, Lord Richard Grey, and Sir Thomas 10 Vaughan to execution.
Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
Richard the second here was hack'd to death:
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give thee up our guiltlessbloodtodrink. [heads.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, curs'd she
Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt Lord Stanley, aud Catesby. 30
Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee?
Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask.
Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,]
Thanwhenthou 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 state than ere I was.
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con-40
Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for
[Throws him his purse.
Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant.
Enter a Priest.
Priest. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see 45
Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my
I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Come the next sabbath, and i will content you.
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham-
Then curs'd she Richard:-O, remember, God,
To hear her prayer for them, as now for us!
As for my sister, and her princely sons,-
Be satisfied; dear God, with our true bloods,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!
Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is now ex-
Ric.Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan, let us here
Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.
Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely,
Catesby, Lovel, with others at a table.
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are
[s-to determine of the coronation: [met
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal tine?
Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.
50 Buck. Who knows the lordprotector'sinindhere-
Who is most inward with the noble duke?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know
Buck. We know each other's faces: for our
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;
Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine:-
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me
But, for his purpose in the coronation, [well;
have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
1i. e. the cross. i. e. honesty. is confession.
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.
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of
A knot you are of damn'd blood-suckers. [after.
Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here-
Rat. Dispatch: the limit of your lives is out.
Riv.OPomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, 55
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward 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.[
2 A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, I have something to say to you. * i. e. continue it.
i. e. performance of divine service. Shriving work
His gracious pleasure any way
But you, my noble lord, may name the time:
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their withcraft thus have mark'd me.
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
Glo. If thou protector of this damned strum-
Talk'st thou to me of ifs?-Thou art a traitor:-
Off with his head;-now, by Saint Paul I swear,
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all good mor-
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust,
My absence doth neglect no great design,
Whichbymy presence might havebeenconcluded. 10I 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;-
The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me.
Williamlord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,-
I mean, your voice,-for crowning of the king.
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be 15
[Exit Council, with Richard and Buckingham.
Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ;
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly. [ble,
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse' did stum-
20 And started, when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house.
O, now I need the priest that spake to me:
I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cates. Dispatch, my lord, the duke would be
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.-
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
1 do beseech you, send for some of them.
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business;
And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
That he will lose his head, ere give consent,
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll gowithyou.
[Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham.|30|
Stanl. We have not yet set down this day of
To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden;
For I myself am not so well provided,
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter the Bishop of Ely.
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent
For these strawberries.
Hast. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this
There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.
I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Can lesser hide his love, hate, than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face, 45
By any likelihood' he shew'd to-day? [ed;
"Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offend-
For, were he, he had shewn it in his looks.
Re-enter Gloster and Buckingham.
Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble presence
To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,
I say, my lord, they have deserved death,
Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
35 Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Lov. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to ex-
Hast. Oh, bloody Richard!-miserable En-
I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.-
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head;
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.
Enter Gloster, and Buckingham, in rusty armour,
Glo.Come,cousin, canst thou quake, and change
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,-
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck.Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
This expression is borrowed from the theatre. The cue, queue, or tail of a speech, consists of the last words, which are the token for an entrance or answer. To come on the cue, therefore, is to come at the proper time. i.e. appearance. The housings of a horse, and sometimes a horse himself, were anciently denominated a foot-cloth,
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the Lord Mayor, and Catesby.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Buck. Hark! a drum.
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. [you,-
Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.
Buck. God and our innocency defend and guard
Enter Lovel, and Ratcliff, with Hastings' head.
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case. [here,
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent,
Yet witness what you hear we did intend:
And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
10 The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post:
There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen',
Only for saying-he would make his son
15 Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury
And bestial appetite in change of lust; [wives, Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, 20 Even where his ranging eye, or savage heart,
Without controul, listed to make his prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
25 My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found that the issue was not his begot;
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke my father.
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay-
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:
So smooth he daub'd his vice with shew of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,-
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd 30
That ever liv'd.- -Look you, my lord mayor,
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
(Were't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it you) the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house,
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster?
Mayor. What! had he so?
Where you shall find me well accompanied, With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. Buck. I go; and towards three or four o'clock, 40 Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. [Exit Buckingham.
Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels?
Or that we would, against the form of law,
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
But that the extreme peril of the case,
The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Enforc'd us to this execution?
Mayor. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his
And your good graces both have well proceeded, 45
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
I never look'd for better at his hands,
After he once fell in with mistress Shore.
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should
Until your lordship came to see his end; [die, 50
Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented:
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons;
That you might well have signify'd the same
Unto the citizens, who, haply, may
Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
Mayor. But, my good lord, your grace's word
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,
Go thou to friar Penker;-bid them both
Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
[Exeunt Lovel and Catesby,
Now will I in, to take some privy order
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
And to give notice, that no manner of person
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [cit.
Enter a Scrivener.
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
And mark how well the sequel hangs together:
Eleven hours I've spent to write it over,
60 For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me.
The precedent was full as long a doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
! This person was one Walker, a substantial citizen and grocer at the Crown in Cheapside.