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And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
To sit about the coronation.
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination:
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,”
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him,

His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business

soundly. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we


Cate. You shall, my lord. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us. both.

Exit CATESBY. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we


Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat 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 possess'd.

Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand, Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. 1 divided councils,] That is, a private consultation, separate from the known and publick council.

Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards
We may digest our complots in some form.



Before Lord Hastings' House.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, my lord,

[Knocking Hast. [Within.] Who knocks? Mess.

One from lord Stanley. Hast. [Within.] What is't o'clock? Mess. Upon the stroke of four.

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:8 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, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.

Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils:

S the boar had rased off his helm:] By the boar, throughout this scene, is meant Gloster, who was called the boar, or the hog, from his having a boar for his cognizance, and one of the supporters of his coat of arms,


His honour, and myself, are at the one;
And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance:
And for his dreains—I wonder, he's so fond
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar to follow us,
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you



Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord !
Hast. 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 stand upright, Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Hast. How! wear the garland? dost thou mean

the crown? 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. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

9 His honour,] This was the usual address to noblemen in Shakspeare's time.

6 - wanting instance:] That is, wanting some example or act of malevolence, by which they may be justified: or which, perhaps, is nearer to the true meaning, wanting any immediate ground or reason. Johnson.

Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you

Upon his party, for the gain thereof:
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,-
That, this same very day, your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries:
But, 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 gracious

mind! Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month

That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't.

Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.

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

you, For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside. Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd


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,
I do not like these several councils,

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:
Think you, but that I know our state 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;2 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.—Wot 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 fel

low. [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,)

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the holy rood,] i. e. the cross.

I misdoubt;] i. e. suspect it of danger. * They, for their truth,] That is, with respect to their honesty. VOL. VII.


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