Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; But you have power in me, as in a kinfman. York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother? York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give ; Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? 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 me :— Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. He prettily and aptly taunts himself : Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along? To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? Prince. My lord protector needs will have it fo. York. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ; Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [Exeunt Prince, YORK, HASTINGS, Cardinal, and Attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother, To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobriously ? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy; Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art fworn As closely to conceal what we impart : Thou know'ft our reasons urg'd upon the way ;— In the feat royal of this famous ifle? Cate. He for his father's fake fo loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'ft thou then of Stanley? will not he? Cate. He will do all in all as Haftings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Catesby, And, as it were far off, found thou lord Haftings, How he doth ftand affected to our purpose; And fummon him to-morrow to the Tow Το To fit about the coronation. If thou doft find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and tell him all our reafons: Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, Catesby, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business foundly. Glo. At Crosby-place, there fhall you find us both. [Exit CATESBY. Buck. Now, my lord, what fhall we do, if we perceive Lord Haftings will not yield to our complots? Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-fomewhat we will 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 poffefs'd. Buck. I'll claim that promife at your grace's hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us fup betimes; that afterwards We may digeft our complots in fome form. [Exeunt. SCENE Haft. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? Mef. And then he fends you word, he dreamt Which may make you and him to rue at the other. And with all speed post with him toward the north, Haft. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Tell him, his fears are fhallow, wanting inftance: And And for his dreams-I wonder, he's fo fond And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Where, he shall fee, the boar will ufe us kindly, [Exit. Enter CATESBY. Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! Haft. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring: What news, what news, in this our tottering state? Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; And, I believe, will never ftand upright, Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Haft. How! wear the garland? doft thou mean the crown? Cate. Ay, my good lord. Heft. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my fhoulders, Before I'll fee the crown fo foul misplac'd. Eut canft thou guess that he doth aim at it? Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward Upon his party, for the gain thereof: And, thereupon, he fends you this good news,- The kindred of the queen, muft die at Pomfret. Το |