Think you, but that I know our state secure, Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode 7ered from London, Were jocund, and suppes their states were sure, Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is 440 spent. Hast. Come, come, have with you. Wot "you what, my Lord? To-day the lords yon 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 STANLEY and CATESEY how goes the world with thee? How now, sirrah? 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, 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 ine. [Throwing him his purse. Pars. 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. Enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. What, talking with a priest, Lord Cham◄ berlain? 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 The men you talk of came into my mind. Buck. I do, my Lord; but long I cannot stay there: I shall return before your Lordship thence, Hast. Nay, like Buck. And supper Come, will you go? Hast. I'll wait upon your Lordship.. | [Exeunt. Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to execution. Rat. Come, hring forth the prisoners. Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die, 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 hereafter. Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives, is out. Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble Peers! Then curs'd she Richard: → 0, remember, God, Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt! Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate. Riv. Come, Grey, - come, Vaughan, us here embrace; * Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. SCENE IV. let [Exeunt! MI London. A Room in the Tower. BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop. of Ely, CATESBY, LOVEL, and Others: sitting at a table: Officiers of the council atextending. Hast. Now, noble Peers, the cause why me are inet Is to determine of the coronation: Who is most inward with the noble Duke? Ely. Your Grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts. He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; But, for his purpose in the coronation, ་ Enter GLOSTER. Ely. In happy time, here comes the Duke himself. Glo. My noble Lords and cousins, all, good, moirow: I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust, Buck. And you not come upon your cue, my Lord, William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part, - AI I mean, your voice) for crowning of the King. Glo. Than my Lord Hastings, no man might be bolder; NZ His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well.bwald er Adzr My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there; I do beseech you, send for some of them. Ely. Marry, and will, my Lord, with all my heart. [Exit ELY! Glo. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you. mr rond or sil ba. {Takes him aside, Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot, |