Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, If thou dost find him tractable to us, Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Cate. You shall, my lord. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? do: 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'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. * Separate. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards One from lord Stanley. Mess. Hast. [Within.] What i'st o'clock? Enter Hastings. 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 make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea sure, If, presently, you will take horse with him, Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance*: To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Enter Catesby. Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! What news, what news, in this our tottering state? Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Cate. Ay, my good lord. Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. ward Upon his party, for the gain thereof: And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,- Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence, * i. e. Gloster, who had a boar for his arms. That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out 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 deserved it. Enter 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, You may jest on, but, by the holy rood*, Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; And never, in my life, I do protest, Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent. Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wott 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. [Exeunt Stan. and Catesby. How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con- Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for [Throwing him his purse. Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. me. 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 I am in your debt for your last exercise; Enter Buckingham. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? 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 my mind. * Confession. |