at have accus'd them, wear their hats. lord, let's away.

Enter a Purfuivant.

before, I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY.

ah? how goes the world with thee?
etter, that your lordship please to ask.
nee, man, 'tis better with me now,
u met'ft me laft where now we meet :
ng prisoner to the Tower,
on of the queen's allies ;
thee, (keep it to thyself,)
enemies are put to death,
state than ere I was.

old it, to your honour's good content!
rcy, fellow: There, drink that for me.

= your honour.

[Throwing him his purfe. [Exit Purfuivant.

Enter

Buck. What, talking with a prieft, Your friends at Pomfret, they do need Your honour hath no fhriving work in

Haft. 'Good faith, and when I met t The men you talk of came into my mi What, go you toward the Tower?

Buck. I do, my lord; but long I can I shall return before your lordship then Haft. Nay, like enough, for I ftay di Buck. And fupper too, although tho

Come, will you go?
Haft.

I'll wait upon your

tent!

or me.

bis purje. rfuivant.

Enter

SCENE III.

Pomfret. Before the Ca

Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conductin
and VAUGHAN, to execu

Rat. Come, bring forth the prifoner
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tel

e flander to thy difmal feat, up our guiltless blood to drink. Margaret's curfe is fallen upon our heads, laim'd on Haftings, you, and I,

by when Richard stabb'd her son.

curs'd fhe Haftings, then curs'd the Buck.

am,

The Richard :- -O, remember, God,
prayers for them, as now for us!
ifter, and her princely fons,-
dear God, with our true bloods,
ou know'ft, unjustly must be fpilt!
hafte, the hour of death is expiate.

e, Grey,-come, Vaughan,-let us here em

ce:

til we meet again in heaven.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

London. A Room in the Tower.

BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the Bishop of Ely, CATESBY, LOVEL, and Others, fitting at a table: Officers of the council attending.

Haft. 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?
Stan. They are; and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein? Who is most inward with the noble duke?

Ely. Your grace, we think, fhould fooneft know his

mind.

Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts,

He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;

Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine :-
Lord Haftings, you and he are near in love.
Haft. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
But, for his purpose in the coronation,

I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein :

But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf. I'll give my voice,
Which, I prefume, he'll take in gentle part.

Enter GLOSTER.

Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Glo. My noble lords and coufins, all, good morrow:

you, fend for fome of them.

y, and will, my lord, with all my heart.

[Exit Ely.

fin of Buckingham, a word with you.

[Takes him afide.

h founded Haftings in our business;
he tefty gentleman fo hot,

1 lofe his head, ere give confent,
child, as worshipfully he terms it,
e royalty of England's throne.
ithdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you.

[Exeunt GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.

- have not yet fet down this day of triumph. , in my judgement, is too fudden; f am not fo well provided,

ould be, were the day prolong'd.