THE TRAGEDY OF King Richard the third Containing His treacherous Plots against his brother Clarence the pittiefull murther of his innocent nephewes his tyrannicall vsurpation with the whole course of his detested life and most deserued death As it hath beene lately Acted by the Right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants AT LONDON â—â—â—nted by Valentine Sims for Andrew Wise dwelling in Paules Chuch-yard at the Signe of the Angell 1597. Enter Richard Duke of Glocest 〈…〉 NOw is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this 〈◊〉 of Yorke And all the cloudes that lowrd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the 〈◊〉 Now are our browes bound with victoriouâ— wreathes Our bruised armes hung vp for monuments Our sternâ— alarmes changd to merry meetingâ— Our dreadfull marches to delightfull measures Grim-visagde warre hath smoothde his wrinkled front And now in steed of mounting barbed steedes To fright the soules of fearefull aduersaries He capers nimbly in a Ladies chamber To the lasciuious pleasing of a loue But I that am not shapte â—or sportiue trickeâ— Noâ— made to court an amorous looking glasse I that am rudely stampt and want 〈◊〉 maiesty To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph I that am curtaild of this faire proportion Cheated of feature by dissembling nature Deformd vnfinisht sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce halfe made vp And that so lamely and vnfashionable That dogs barke at me as I halt by them Why I in this weake piping time of peace Haue no delight to passe away the time Vnlesse to spie my shadow in the sunne And descant on mine owne deformity And therefore since I cannot prooue a louer To entertaine these faire well spoken daies I am determined to prooue a villaine And hate the idle pleasures of these daies Plots haue I laid inductious dangerous By drunken Prophesies libels and dreames To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other And if King Edward be as true and iust As I am subtile false and trecherous This day should Clarence closely be mewed vp About a Prophecy which saies that G. Of Edwards heires the murtherers shall be Diue thoughts downe to my soule Enter Clarence with a gard of men Heere Clarence comes Brother good dayes what meanes this armed gard That waites vpon your grace Clar. His Maiesty tendering my persons safety hath appoâ—nted This conduct to conuay me to the tower Glo. Vpon what cause Cla. Because my name is George Glo. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours He should for that commit your Godfathers O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you shal be new christened in the Tower But vvhat 's the matter Clarence may I know Cla. Yea Richard when I know for I protest As yet I doe not but as I can learne He harkens after Prophecies and dreames And from the crosse-rowe pluckes the letter G And saies a wisard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be And for my name of George begins with G It followes in his thought that I am he These as I learne and such like toies as these Haue moued his highnes to commit me now Glo. Why this it is when men are rulde by women T is not the King that sends you to the tower My Lady Gray his wife Clarence t is she That tempeâ—s him to this extremity Was it not she and that good man of worshippe Anthony Wooduile her brother there That made him send Lord Hastings to the tower From whence this present day he is deliuered We are not safe Clarence we are not safe Cla. By heauen I thinke there is no man is securde But the Queenes kindred land night-walking Heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistresse Shore Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his deliuery Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity Got my Lord Chamberlaine his liberty I le tell you what I thinke it is our way If we will keepe in fauour with the King To be her men and weare her liuery The iealâ—us ore woâ—ne widdow and her selfe Since that our brother dubd them gentle women Are mighty gossips in this monarchy Bro. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me His maiesty hath streightly giuen in charge That no man shall haue priuate conference Of what degree soeuer with his brother Glo. Euen so and please your worship Brokenbury Yoâ— may pertake of any thing we say We speake no treason man we say the King Is wise and vertuous and his noble Queene Well stroke in yeres faire and not iealouâ— We say that Shores wife hath a prety foote A cherry lippe a bonny eâ—e a passing pleasing tongue And that the Queenes kindred are made gentlefolks How say you sir can you deny all this Bro. With this my Lord my selfe haue â—ought to do Glo. Naught to do with Mistris Shore I tell thee fellow He that doth naught with her excepting one Were best he doe it secretly alone Bro. I beseech your Grace to pardon nâ—e and withal forbeare Your conference with the noble Duke Cla. We know thy charge Brokenbury and will obey Glo. We are the Queenâ—s abiects and must obey Brother farewell I wiâ—l vnto the King And whatsoâ—uer you will imploy me in Were it to call King Edwards widdow sister I will performe it to enfranchise you Meane time this deepe disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper then you can imagiâ—e Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well Glo. Well your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliuer you or lie for you Meaâ—e time haue patience Cla. I must perforce farewell Exit Clar. Glo. Go treade the path that thou shalt nere returne Simple plaine Clarence I doe loue thee so That I will shortly send thy soule to heauen If heauen will take the present at our hands But who comes here the new deliuered hastings Enter Lord Hastings Hast. Good time of day vnto my gratious Lord Glo. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine Well are you welcome to the open aire How hath your Lordship brookt imprisonment Hast. With patience noble Lord as prisoners must But I shall liue my Lord to giue them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment Glo. No doubt no doubt and so shal Clarence too For they that were your enemies are his And haue preuaild as much on him as you Hast. More pitty that the Eagle should be mewed While kâ—ihts and bussards prey at liberty Glo. What newes abroad Hast. No newes so bad abroad as this at home The King is sickly weake and melancholy And his Phisitions feare him mightily Glo. Now by Saint Paul this newes is bad indeede Oh he hath kept an euill diet long And ouermuch consumed his royall person T is very grieuous to be thought vpon What is he in his bed Hast. He is Glo. Go you before and I will follow you Exit Ha He cannot liue I hope and must not die Till George be packt
now the Duke of Buckingham and I Came from visiting his Maiesty Qu. With likelihood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madame good hope his Grace speakes cheerfâ—lâ—y Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. Madame we did He desires to make attonement Betwixt the Duke of Glocester and your brothers And betwixt them and my Lord chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his royall presence ' Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happines is at the highest Enter Glocester Glo. They doe me wrong and I will not endure it Who are they that complaines vnto the King That I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loâ—e his grace but lightly That fill his eares with such discentious rumors Because I cannot flatter and speake faire Smile in mens faces smoothe dâ—ceiue and cog Ducke with french nods and apish courtesie I must be held a rankerous enimy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abusde By silken slie insinuating iackes Ry. To whom in all this presence speakes your Grace Glo. To thee that hast nor honesty nor grace When haue I iniured thee when done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your faction A plague vpon you all His royall person Whom God preserue better â—hen you would wish Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glocester you mistake the matter The King of his owne royall disposition And not prouokt by any suiter else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred Which in your outward actions shewes it selfe Against my kindred brother and my selfe Makes him to send that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill will and to remoue it Glo. I cannot tell the world is growen so bad That wrens make pray where Eagles dare not pearch Since euery Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a lacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning brother Gl. You enuy my aduancement and my friends God graunt we neuer may haue neede of you Glo. Meane time God grants that we haue neede of you Our brother is imprisoned by your meanes My selfe disgract and the nobility Held in contempt whilst many faire promotions Are daily giuen to enoble those That scarce some two daies since were worth a noble Qu. By him that raisde me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I enioyd I neuer did incense his Maiesty Against the Duke of Clarence but haue beene An earnest aduocate to pleade for him My Lord you doe me shamefull iniury Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Ryu. She may my Lord. Glo. She may Lo Ryuers why who knowes not so She may doe more Sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those honours on your high deserts What may she not she may yea marry may she Ry. What mary may she Glo. What mary may she marry with a King A batchelor a handsome stripling too Iwis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lo of Glocester I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiesty With those grose taunts I often haue endured I had rather be a countrey seruant maid Then a great Queene with this condition To be thus taunted scorned and baited at Enter Qâ— Margaret Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Qu. Mar. And lesned be that smal God I beseech thee Thy honour state and seate is due to me Glo. What threat you me with telling of the King Tell him and spare not looke what I haue said â— I will auouch in presence of the King â— T is time to speake my paines are quite forgot Qu. Mar. Out diuell I remember them too well Thou slewest my husband Henry in the tower And Edward my poore sonne at Teuxbery Glo. Ere you were Queene yea or your husband King I was a packhorse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his friends To royalize his bloud I spilt mine owne Qu. Mar. Yea and much better bloud then his or thine Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray Were factious for the house of Lancaster And Ryuers so were you was not your husband In Margarets battaile at Saint Albones slaâ—ne Let me put in your mindes if yours forget What you haue beene ere now and what you are Withall what I haue been and what I am Qu. Ma. A murtherous villaine and so still thou art Glo. Poore Clarence did forsake his father Waâ—wicke Yea and forswore himselfe which Iesu pardon Qu Ma. Which God reuenge Glo. To fight on Edwards party for the crowne And for his meede poore Lo he is mewed vppe I would to God my heart were â—lint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this world Qu. Ma. Hie thee to hell for shame and leaue the worlâ— Thou Cacodemon there thy kingdome is Ry. My Lo of Glocester in those busie daies Which here you vrge to proue vs enemies We followed then our Lo our lawfull King So should we you if you should be our King Glo. If I should be I had rather be a pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought of it Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this countries King As little ioy may you suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Qu. M. A little ioy enioies the Queene thereof For I am she and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heaâ—e me you wrangling Pyrats that fall out In sharing that which you haue pild from me Which of you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I being Queene you bow like subiects Yet that by you deposde you quake like rebels O gentle villaine doe not turne away Glo. Foule wrinckled witch what makst thou in my sight Q. Ma. But repetition of what thou hast mard That will'I make before I let thee go A husband and a son thou owest to me And thou a kingdome all of you allegeance The sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the pleasures you vsurpe are mine Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee When thou didst crowne his warlike browes with paper And with thy scorne drewst riuers from his eies And then to drie them gauâ—st the Duke a clout Steept in the faultlesse bloud of pretty Rutland His curses then from bitternes of soule Denounst against thee are all fallen vpon thee And God not we hath plagde thy bloudy deede â— Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast. O t was the foulest deede to slaie that babe And the most mercilesse that euer was heard of Riu. Tyrants
art both La. I would I were to be reuenged on thee Glo. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reuengd on him that loueth you La. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reuengd on him that slew my husband Glo. He that berest thee Lady of thy husband Did it to helpe thee to a better husband La. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Glo. Go to he liues that loues you better then he could La. Name him Glo. Plantagenet La. Why that was hee Glo. The selfesame name but one of better nature La. Where is he Shee spitteth at him Glo. Heere Why doest thou spitte at me La. Would it were mortall poison for thy sake Glo. Neuer came poison from so sweete a place La. Neuer hung poison on a fouler toade Out of my sight thou doest infect my eies Glo. Thine eies sweete Lady haue infected mine La. Would they were basiliskes to strike thee dead Glo. I would they were that I might die at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eies of thine from mine haue drawen salt teares Shamd their aspect with store of childish drops I neuer sued to friend nor enemy My tongue could neuer learne sweete soothing words But now thy beauty is propâ—sde my fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake Teach not thy lips such scorne for they were made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Lo here I lend thee this sharpe pointed sword Which if thou please to hide in this true bosome And let the soule forth that adoreth thee I laâ—e it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly beg the death vpon my knee Nay doe not pawse t was I that kild your husband But t was thy beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch t was I that kild King Henry But t was thy heauenly face that set me on Here she le ts fall the sword Take vp the sword againe or take vp me La. Arise dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be the executioner Glo. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will doe it La. I haue already Glo. Tush that was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word That hand which for thy loue did kill thy loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary La. I would I knew thy heart Glo. T is figuâ—ed in my tongue La. I feare me both are false Glo. Then neuer was man true La. Well well put vp your sword Glo. Say then my peace is made La. That shall you know hereafter Glo. But shall I liue in hope La. All men I hope liue so Glo. Voutsafe to weare this ring La. To take is not to giue Glo. Looke how this ring incompasseth thy finger Euen so thy breast incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for bâ—th of â—hem are thine And if thy poore deuoted suppliant may But beg one fauour at thy gratious hand Thou doest confirme his happines for euer La. What is it Glo. That it would please thee leaue these sad designes To him that hath more cause to be a mourner And presently repaire to Crosbie place Where after I haue solâ—mnly interred At Chertsie monastery this noble King And wet his graue with my repentant teares I will with all expedient dutie see you For diuers vnknowne reasons I beseech you Grant me this boone La. With all my heart and much it ioies me too To see you are become so penitent Tressill and Barkley go along with me Glo. Bid me farewell La. T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue said farewell already Exit Glo. Sirs take vp the corse Ser. Towards Chertsie noble Lord. Glo. No to white Friers there attend my comming Was euer woman in this humor woed Exeunt manet Gl. Was euer woman in this humor wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kild her husband and his father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth teares in her eies The bleedâ—ng witnesse of her hatred by Hauing God her conscience and these bars against mâ— And I nothing to backe my suite at all But the plaine Diuelâ— and dissembling lookes And yet to win her all the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot already that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three months since Stabd in my angâ—y moode at Tewxbery A sweeter and a louelier gentleman Framd in the prodigality of nature Young valiant wise and no doubt right royall The spacious world cannot againe affoord And will she yet debase her eyes on me That cropt the golden prime of this sweete Prince And made her widdow to a wofull bed On me whose all not equals Edwards moity On mâ— that halt and am vnshapen thus My Duke dome to a beggerly denier I doe mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a merueilous proper maâ— I le be at charges for a looking glasse And entertaine some score or two of taylers To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne yoâ— fellow in his graue And then returne lamenting to my loue Shine out faire sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my shadow as I passe Exit Enter Queene Lord Riuers Gray Ri Haue patience Madame there 's no doubt his Maiestie Will soone recouer his accustomed health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his grace quick and mery words Qu. If he were dead what would betide of me Ry. No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harme Gr. The heauens haue blest you with a goodly sonne To be your comforter when he is gone Qu. Oh he is young and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Rich. Glocester A man that loues not me nor none of you Ri. Is it concluded he shall be protector Qu. It is determinde not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buck. Darby Gr. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Darby Buck. Good time of day vnto your royall grace Dar. God make your Maiesty ioyfull as you haue been Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my Lo of Darby To your good praiers will scarcely say Amen Yet Darby notwithstanding shee s your wise And loues not me be you good Lo. assurde I hate not you for her proud arrogance Dar. I doe beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slâ—unders of her false accusers Or if she be accusde in true report Beare with her weakenes which I thinke proceedes From way ward sicknesse and no grounded malice Ry. Saw you the King to day my Lo of Darby Dar. But
hark what noise is this Enter the Quee. Qu. Oh who shalâ— hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my fortune and torment my selfe I le ioine with blacke despaire against my soule And to my selfe become an enemy Dut. What meanes this sceane of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of tragicke violence Edward my Lord your sonne our King is dead Why grow the branches now the roote is witherd Why wither not the leaues the sap being gone If you will liue lament if die be briefe That our swiftwinged soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient subiects follow him To his new kingdome of perpetuall rest Dut. Ah somuch interest haue I in thy sorrow As I had title in thy noble husband I haue bewept a worthy husbands death And lm'd by looking on his images Bâ—t now two mirrours of his Princely semblance Are crackt in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false glasse Which grieues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a widdow yet thou art a mother And hast the comfort of thy children left thee But death hath snatcht my children from mine armes And pluckt two crutches from my feeble lummes Edward and Clarence Oh what cause haue I Then being but moity of my griefe To ouergo thy plaints and drowne thy cries Boy Good Aunt you wept not for our fathers death How can we aide you with our kindreds â—â—ares Gerl. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoand Your widdowes dolours likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no help in lamentation I am not barren to bring foorth laments All springs reduce their currents to mine eies That I being gouernd by the warry moane May send foorth plenteous teares to drowne the world Oh for my husband for my eire Lo Edward Ambo Oh for our father for our deare Lo Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and he is gone Am. What stay had we but Clarence and he is gone Dut. Whaâ— staies had I but they and they are gone Qu. Waâ— neucr Widdow had so deare a losse Ambo Was neuer Orphanes had a dearer losse Du. Was neuer mother had a dearer losse Alas I am the mother of these mones Their woes are parceld mine are generall She for Edward weepes and so doe I I for a Clarence weepe so doth not she These babes for Clarence weepe and so doe I I for an Edward weepe so doe not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Poure all your teares I am your forrowes nurse And I will pamper it with lamentations Enter Glocest. with others Gl. Madame haue comfort al of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining starre But none can cure their harmes by wailing them Madame my mother I doe crie you mercy I did not see your Grace humbly on my knee I craue your blessing Du. God blesse thee and put meekenes in thy minde Loue charity obedience and true duety Glo. Amen and make me die a good old man That 's the butt end of a mothers blessing I maruell why her Grace did leaue it out Buck. You cloudy Princes and hart-sorrowing peeres That beare this mutuall heauy lode of moane Now cheare each other in each others loue Though we haue spent our haruest of this King We are to reape the haruest of his sonne The broken rancour of your high swolne hearts But lately splinterd knit and ioynd etogether Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little traine Forthwith from Ludlow the yong Prince be fetcht Hither to London to be crownd our King Glo. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shal be that straight shall post to Ludlow Madame and you my mother will you go To giue your censures in this waighty busines Ans. With all our hearts Exeunt man Glo. Buck. Buck. My Lord who euer iourneies to the Prince For Gods sake let not vs two stay behinde For by the way I le sort occasion As index to the story we late talkt of To part the Queenes proud kindred from the King Glo. My other selfe my counsels consistory My Oracle my Prophet my deare Cosen I like a childe will go by thy direction Towards Ludlow then for we will not stay behinde Enter two Cittizens 1 Cit. Neighbour well met whither away so fast 2 Cit. I promise you I scarcely know my selfe 1 Heare you the newes abroad 2 I that the King is dead 1 Bad newes birlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare t will prooue a troublous world Ent. another Citt. 3 Cit. Good morrow neighbours Doth this newes hold of good King Edwards death 1 It doth 3 Then masters looke to see a troublouâ— world 1 No no by Gods good grace his sonne shall raigne 3 Woe to that land that 's gouernd by a childe 2 In him there is a hope of gouernement That in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeres himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1 So stoode the state when Harry the sixt Was crownd at Paris but at ix moneths olde 3 Stoode the state so no good my friend not so For then this land was famously enricht With pollitike graue counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnckles to protect his Grace 2 So hath this both by the father and motheâ— 3 Better it were they all came by the father Or by the father there were none at all For emulation now who shall be neerest Will touch vs all too neare if God preuent not Oh full of danger is the Duke of Glocester And the Queenes kindred hauty and proud And were they to be rulde and not to rule This sickly land might solace as before 2 Come come we feare the worst all shal be well 3 When cloudes appeare wise men put on their clokes When great leaues fall the winter is at hand When the sunne sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes make men expect a darth All may be well but if God sort it so T is more then we deserue or I expect 1 Truely the soules of men are full of bread Yee cannot almost reason with a man That lookes not heauily and full of feare 3 Before the times of change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Ensuing dangers as by proofe we see The waters swell before a boistrous storme But leaâ—e it all to God whither away 2 We are sent for to the Iustice 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Enter Cardinall Dutches of Yorke Quee. young Yorke Car. Last night I heare they lay at Northhaâ—pton At Stonistratford will they be to night To morrow or next day they will be here Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growen since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Hath almost ouertane him in his growth Yor.
â—nd come to me And we will both together to the tower Where he shall see the boare will vse vs kindely Mess. My gratiouâ— Lo I le tell him what you say Enter Cates. Cat. Many good morrowes to my noble Lo Hast. Good morrow Catesby you are early stirring What newes what newes in this our tottering state Cat. It is a reeling world indeede my Lo And I beleeue it will neuer stand vpright Till Richard weare the garland of the Realme Hast. Howe we are the garland doest thou meane the crowne Cat I my good Lord. Hast. I le haue this crowne of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crowne so foule misplaste But canst thou guesse that he doth aâ—me at it Cat. Vpon my life my Lo and hopes to find you forward Vpon his party for the gaine thereof And thereupon he sends you this good newes That this same very day your enemies The kindred of the Queene must die at Pomfret Hast. Indeede I am no mourner for that newes Because they haue beene still mine enemies But that I le giue my voice on Richards side To barre my Masters he iâ—es in true discent God knowes I will not doe it to the death Cat. God keepe your Lordship in that gratioâ—s minde Hast. But I shall laugh at this a tweluemonth hence That they who brought me in my Masters hate I liue to looke vpon their tragedy I tell thee Catesby Cat. What my Lord Hast. Ere a fortnight make me elder I le send some packing that yet thinke not on it Cat. T is aâ—vile thing to die my gratious Lord When men are vnprepard and looke not for it Hast. O Monstrous monstrous and so fals it out With Riuers Vaugâ—an Gray and so t will doe With some men els who thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou knowest are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cat. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his head vpon the bridge Hast. I know they doe and I haue well deserued it Enter Lord Stanley What my Lo where is your boare-speare man Feare you the boare and go so vnprouided Stan. My Lo good morrow good morrow Catesby You may iest on but by the holy â—oode I doe not like these seuerall councels I. Hast. My Lo I hould my life as deare as you doe yours And neuer in my life I doe protest Was it more pretious to me then it is now Thinke 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 iocund and supposde their states was sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the day ouercast This sodaâ—ne scab of rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needelesse coward But come my Lo shall we to the tower Hast. I go but stay heare you not the newes This day those men you talkt of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better weare their heads Then some that haue accusde them weare their hats But come my Lo let vs away Enter Hastin a Purssâ—anâ— Hast. Go you before I le follow presently Hast. Well met Hastings how goes the world with thee Pur. The better that it please your Lo to aske Hast. I tell thee fellow t is better with me now Then when I met thee last where now vve meete Then was I going prisoner to the tower By the suggestion of the Queenes allies But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those enemies are put to death And I in better state then euer I was Pur. God hold it to your honors good content Hast. Gramercy Hastings hold spend thou that He giues him his purse Pur. God saue your Lordship Hast. What Sir Iohn you are wel met Enter a priest I am beholding to you for your last daies exercise Come the next sabaoth and I will content you He whispers in his care Enter Buckingham Buc. How now Lo Chamberlaine what talking with a priest Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the priest Your honour hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast. Good faith and when I met this holy man Those men you talke of came into my minde What go you to the tower my Lordâ— Buck. I doe but long I shall not stay I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast. T is like enough for I stay dinner there Buck. And supper too although thou knowest it not Come shall we go along Exeunt Enter Sir Rickard Ratliffe with the Lo Riuers Gray and Vaughan prisoners Ratl. Come bring foorth the prisoners Ryu. Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a subiect die For truth for duty and for loyalty Gray God keepe the Prince from all the packe of you A knot you are of damned bloudsuckers Ryu. O Pomfret Pomfret Oh thou bloudy prison Fatall and ominous to noble peeres Within the guilty closure of thy walâ— Richaâ—d the second here was hackt to death And for more slaunder to thy dismall soule We gâ—ue thee vp our guiltlesse blouds to drinke Gray Now Margarets ourse is falne vpon our heads For standing by when Richard stabd her sonne Riu. Then curst she Hastings then curst she Buckingham Then curst she Richâ—rd Oh remember God To heare her praiers for them as now for vs And for my sister and her princely sonne Be satisfied deare God with ouâ— true blouds Which as thou knowest vniustly must be spilt Rat. Come come dispatch the limit of your lineâ— is out Ryu. Come Gray come Vaughan let vs all imbrace And take our leaue vntill we meete in heauen Exeunt Enter the Lords to Councell Hast. My Lords at once the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation In Gods name say when is this royall day Buc. Are all things fitting for that royall time Dar. It is and wants but nomination Ryu. To morrow then I guesse a happy time Buc. Who knowes the Lo protectors mind here in Who is most inwaâ—d with the noble Duke Bi. Why you my Lo me thinks you should soonest know his mind Buc. Who I my Lo we know each others faces But for our harts he knowes no more of mine Then I of yours nor I no more of his then you of mine Lo Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast. I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the coronation I haue not 〈◊〉 him nor he deliuerd His Graces pleasure any way therein But you my noble Lo may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my voice Which I presume he will take in Gentle part Bish. Now in good time here comes the Duke himselfe Ent. Glo. Glo. My noble L. and Cosens 〈◊〉 good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I hope My absence doth neglect no great designes Which by my presence might haue been coucluded Buc. Had not you come