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Stan. They are ; and wants but nomination.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein ?
his mind. Buck. We know each other's faces : for our
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
Enter GLOSTER. Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow : I have been long a sleeper ; but, I trust, My absence doth neglect no great design, Which by my presence might have been concluded.
Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part, I mean, your voice,- for crowning of the king. Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. --
[Exit ELY. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[Takes him aside. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business; And finds the testy gentleman so hot, That he will lose his head, ere give consent, His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you.
[Exeunt Gloster and BUCKINGHAM. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; For I myself am not so well provided, As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter Bishop of Ely.
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
Re-enter. GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold mine arm Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up : And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
lord, Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?—Thou art a traitor :Off with his head:-now, by Saint Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same.Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done ; The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
[Exeunt Council, with Gloster and BUCK
INGHAM. Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, 8 might have prevented this:
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
8 Weak, foolish,
The same, The Tower-walls.
Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, in rusty ar
mour, marvellous ill-favour*d. Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the Lord Mayor and CATESBY. Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. - Lord
mayor,Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there. Buck.
Hark, hark! a drum. Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for
you, Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.