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Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean
the crown ? Cate. Ay, my good lord. Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
mind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month
Cate. 'T'is a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
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
Cate. The princes both make high account of you,For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside.
Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv’d it.
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;
London, 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 toward the Tower ? the day is spent, Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you
what, my lord ? To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear their
heads, Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. But come, my lord, let's away.
Enter a Pursuivant.
Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Ereunt Stanley and Catesby. How now, sirrah? 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, Than when thou met'st me last where now we
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good content!
[Throwing him his purse. Purs. I thank your honour., [Exit Pursuivant.
Enter a Priest.
Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your
honour. Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all my
heart. 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 Chamber
lain? 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, The men you talk of came into
mind. What, go you toward the Tower ?
Buck. I do, my lord ; but long I cannot stay there: I shall return before your lordship thence.
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
[Aside. Come, will you go? Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship.
Pomfret. Before the Castle. Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting Rivers,
GREY, and VAUGHAN to execution.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers,
Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here.
after. Rat. Despatch; the limit of your 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 slander to thy dismal seat, We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our
Rut. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.
embrace : Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Ereunt.