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Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
adversaries : Buț, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, To bar my master's heirs in true descent, God knows, I will not do it, to the death. Cate. God keep your lordship in that graeious
mind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month
Cate. 'Țis 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 As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham, Cate. The princes both make high account of For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside.
Hast. I know, they do ; and I have well desery'd it.
Come on, come on, where is your boár-spear, man?
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;
but that I know our státe secure, I would be so triumphant as I am ? Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
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.—Wots 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. 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 meet: Then was I 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 content ! Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for me.
[Throwing him his purse. Purs. I thank
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.
Enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamber
lain ? Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ; Your honour hath no shriving 4 work in hand.
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The
you talk of came into my 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
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
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 :
Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate. S
embrace : Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.
London, A Room in the Tower.
BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop
of Ely, CATESBY, LOVEL, and Others, sitting at a Table : Officers of the Council attending.
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met Is—to determine of the coronation : In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
5 Expiated, completed.