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Riv. Come, Gray; come Vaughan ; let us all embrace,

[They embrace. Farewel, until we meet again in heav'n. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. The Tower.
Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, 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 speak, when is the royal day?

BUCK. Are all things ready for that royal time?
STAN. They are, and want 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, should sooneft know his mind.

BUCK. We know each other's faces; for our hearts,
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ;
Nor 1 of his, my lord, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

Hast. 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 presume, he'll take in gentle part.

Enter Gloucester.
Ely. In happy time here comes tbe duke himself.

Glo. My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow; I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,

My absence doth negleet no great design,
Which by my presence might have been concluded.

BUCK. Had not you come upon your cue, my lord,
William lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part;
Į mean, your voice for crowning of the king.

Glo. Than my lord Hastings no man might be bolder,
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holbourn,
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. Catesby hath founded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot, That he will lose his head, ere give consent His master's son, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne, BUCK. Withdraw yourself a while, I'll 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 else I would be, were the day prolong’d,

Re-enter bishop of Ely.
ELY. Where is my lord the duke of Gloucester ?
I have sent for these strawberries.

Hast. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this morn, There's some conceit, or other, likes him well,

[ing: When that he bids good morrow with such spirit. I thipk, there's ne'er a maa in christendom

Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he,
For by his face strait shall 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 shewn it in his looks.

Re-enter Gloucester and Buckingham.
Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevailid
Upon my body with their hellish charms.

Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this princely presence,
To doom th' offenders. Whosoe'er they be,
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

Gio. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
Look, how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm
Is, like a blasted fapling, 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 (trumpet, Talk'st thou to me of Ifs ? -thou art a traitor. -Off with his head. Now, by St. Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same; Lovel and Catesby, look that it be done : The reit, that love me, rise and follow me. [Exeunt.

Manent Lovel and Catesby, with the lord Hastings. HAST, Woe, woe, for England, not a whit for me!

For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase our helms;
But I did scorn it, and disdain to fly.
Three times to day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
And started when he look'd upon the Tower;
As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house.
-0, now I need the priest that spake to me.
-I now repent, I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine 'enemies
To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
Oh, Marg'rėt, Marg'ret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.

Cat. Come, come, dispatch. The duke would be at
Make a short shrift; he longs to see

your

head. [dinner,
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 mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Lov. Come, come, dispatch : 'tis bootless to exclaim.

Hist, Oh, bloody Richard ! miserable 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;
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Changes to the Tower-walls.
Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rusty armour, marvel-

lous ill-favour'd, Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy Murder thy breath in middle of a word,

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And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?

BUCK. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
Speak, and look back, and pry on every fide,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles,
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time to grace my stratagems,

Glo. Here comes the mayor.
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 reason we have sentGlo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us !

. Enter Lovel and Catesby with Hasțing's head. Glo. Be patient, they are friends ; Catesby and Lovel.

Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. ,

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep;
I took him for the plainest, harmless creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a christian,
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts ;
$o smooth he daub'd his vice with shew of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,
I mean his conversation with Shore's wise,

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