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York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it?
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
me. Glo. How ? York. Little.
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk; Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
Uncle, my brother mocks both
and Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons ! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along?
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost;
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.
[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and
Attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, 'tis a parlous
Buck. Well, let them rest.-
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,
not he? Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle
Catesby, 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, 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 William : tell him,
Catesby, 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
soundly. Cute. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
sleep? Cate. You shall, my lord. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both.
[Exit Catesby. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we pere
ceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
Glo. Chop off his head, man ; --somewhat we will
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form. (Exeunt.
Before lord Hastings House.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, my lord,
[knocking Hast. [within.]
Who knocks ? Mess.
One from lord Stanley. Hast. [within.) What is't o'clock? Mess,
Upon the stroke of four.
Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights ?
Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship.
Hast. And then,
Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt To-night 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
you and him to rue at the other.
Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ;
Enter CATESBY. Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stir
ring : What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;