RIV. Come, Gray; come Vaughan; let us all embrace, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, bishop of Ely. Catesby, Lovel, with others, at a table. HAST. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met, Is to determine of the coronation, In God's name fpeak, when is the royal day? BUCK. Are all things ready for that royal time? STAN. They are, and want but nomination. ELY. Your grace, we think, should fooneft know his mind. He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; HAST. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; But for his purpose in the coronation, have not founded him, nor he deliver'd Enter Gloucester. ELY. In happy time here comes the duke himself. GLO. My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow; I have been long a fleeper; but, I trust, My abfence doth neglect no great defign, Which by my presence might have been concluded. GLO. Than my lord Haftings no man might be bolder. ELY. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. GLO. Coufin of Buckingham, a word with you. [Exit Ely. go with you. [Exeunt Glo. and Buck, 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 elfe I would be, were the day prolong'd, Re-enter bishop of Ely. ELY. Where is my lord the duke of Gloucester ? I have fent for these strawberries. HAST. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this morn There's fome conceit, or other, likes him well, When that he bids good morrow with fuch fpirit. I think, there's me'er a man in christendom [ing: Can leffer hide his love, or hate, than he, For by his face strait fhall you know his heart. STAN. What of his heart perceive you in his face, By any likelihood he shew'd to day? HAST. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For were he, he had fhewn it in his looks. Re-enter Gloucester and Buckingham. GLO. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, HAST. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, To doom th' offenders. Whofoe'er they be, I fay, my lord, they have deserved death. GLO. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil. And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch, Lovel and Catesby, look that it be done : [Exeunt. Manent Lovel and Catesby, with the lord Haftings. HAST, Woe, woe, for England, not a whit for me! For I, too fond, might have prevented this. Stanley did dream, the boar did rafe our helms; Three times to day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, CAT. Come, come, difpatch. The duke would be at Make a fhort fhrift; he longs to fee your head. HAST, O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Lives like a drunken failor on a maft, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. . [dinner, Lov. Come, come, dispatch: 'tis bootless to exclaim. HAST. Oh, bloody Richard! miferable England! I prophefy the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to the Tower-walls. Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rufty armour, marvellous ill-favour'd, GLO. Come, coufin, cant thou quake and change thy Murder thy breath in middle of a word, [colour, And then again begin, and stop again, As if thou wert diftraught, and mad with terror? Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian, At any time to grace my ftratagems, BUCK. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord mayor, Enter lord mayor, attended. GLO. Look to the draw-bridge there. BUCK. Hark, a drum! GLO. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. BUCK. Lord mayor, the reafon we have fent GLO. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. : Enter Lovel and Catesby with Hasling's head. The dangerous and unfuspected Hastings. GLO. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep; So imooth he daub'd his vice with fhew of virtue, I mean his converfation with Shore's wife, |