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Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanc-, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Madam, farewel.

(tuary. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Durch. Stay, I will go with you.

The real I keep : And so betide to me, Queen. You have no cause.

As well I tender you, and all of yours ! Arcb. My gracious lady, go,

Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary, [Excung.

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Persuade the queen to send the duke of York In London.

Unto his princely brother presently? The trumpets found. Enter the Prince of Wales, the

If the deny,--lord Hastings, you go with him, Dukes of Glofter nnd Buckingham, Cardinal Bour- And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. chier, and others. '

Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak

ELCOME, sweet prince, to London, Can from his mother win the duke of York,
to your chamber I.

[reign : Anon expect him here; But if the be obdurate Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' love- To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid The weary way hath made you melancholy. We should infringe the holy privilege

Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way of bleiled sanctuary ! not for all this land, Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy :

Would I be guilty of lo deep a sin. I want more uncles here to welcome me. (years Buck. You are too senieleis-obitinate, my lord,

Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Too ceremonious, and traditional ? : Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit ;

Weigh it but with the grossness of this 25€, No more can you distinguish of a man,

You break not sanctuary in seizing him. Than of his outward shew ; which, God he knows, The benefit thereof is always granted Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

To those whose dealings have deterv'd the place, Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ; And those who have the wit to claim the place : Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,

This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deservü it; But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :

Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : God keep you from them, and from such false Then, taking him froni thence, that is not there, friends!

You break no privilege nor charter there. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but oft have I heard of fanctuary men;

they were none. [greet you. But sanctuary children, ne'er 'till now. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to

Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind Enter the Lard Mayor, and bis Train.

for once. Mayor. God bless your grace with health and Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? happy days !

Halt. 1 go, my lord. Prince. I thank you, good my lord :-and thank

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you all.-

you may. I thought, my mother, and my brother York,

[Exeunt Cardinal, and Hastings: Would long ere this lrave met us on the way :

Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Fie, wbat a llug is Hastings ! that he comes not

Where thall we fojourn till our coronation ? To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Gle. Where it seems best unto your royal self.

If I may counsel you, some day, or two,
Enter Haftings.

Your highness Tall repose you at the Tower: Buck. And, in good time, here comes the Then where you please, and fall be thought sweating lord. (ther come?

most fit Prince. Welcome, my lord : What, will our mo- For your best health and recreation.

Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I, Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :The queen your mother, and your brother York, Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Have taken fanctuary: The tender prince

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place ; Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edify'd. But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Prince. Is it upon record ? or else repoited Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course Successively from age to age, he built it? Is this of hers 1--Lord cardinal, will your grace Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

London was anciently called Camera regia. herent to old customs.

3 Ceremonious for superftitious; traditional for ad


Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd ; Glo. How? Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,

York. Little. As 'cwere retaild ' to all posterity,

Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise fo young, they say, do ne'er live Uncle, your grace knows how to hear with him. long 2.

York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with Prince. What say you, uncle ? Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Uncle, my brother mocks both you

and me; ?

Because that I am little like an ape,

me :

I moralize, -ewo meanings in one word

. } 4jde. He thinks tilsat you fhould bear me on your shoulders.


Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man ;; Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reaWith what his valour did enrich bis wit,

fons !
His wit set down to make his valour live : To mitigate the icorn he gives his uncle,
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror ; He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
For now he lives in fame, though not in life. So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.

Glo. My lord, will 't please you pass along? Buck. Wha, my gracious lord ?

Myself, and my good coutin Buckingham, Prince, An if I live until I be a man,

Will to your mother ; to entreat of her, I'll win our ancient right in France again, To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

Tork. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Gio. Short summers lightly 4 have a forward

lord ? spring

[-dide. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it fo.

York. I shall not neep in quiet at the Tower. Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.

Gl.. Why, what should you fear? Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; of York.

[brother ! My grandam told me, he was murther'd there. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Prince. I fear no uncles dead. Tork. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is yours : But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Too late s he died, that might have kept that Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. title,

[Exeunt Prince, York, Haffings, Cardinal, and Which by his death hath lost much majefty.

Antendants. Glo. How fares our coufin, noble !ord of York?

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Zork. I thank you, gentle uncle. O my lord,

You said, that idle weeds are falt in growth: Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
The prince my brother hach outgrown me far. To taunt and fcoru you thus opprobriously?
Glo. He hath, my lord.

Glo. No doubt, no doubt ; 0, 'tis a parlous boy ; York. And therefore is he idle ?

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ; Glo. O my fair cousin, I must not say so. He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Buck. Well, let them reít. -Come hither, Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;

Catesby; thou art sworn
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. As deeply to effect what we intend,

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. As closely to conceal what we impart :
Glo. My dagger, little cousin : with all my heart. Thou know'st our reasons urg'il upon the way ;-
Prince. A beggar, brother?

What think’tt thou ? is it not an easy matter
Tork. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give : To make William lord Hastings of our mind,
And, being but a toy, which is no gift to give. For the instalment of this noble duke

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. In the seat royal of this famous ille ?
Yo k. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? Cates. He for his father's fake to loves the printe,
G.o. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. That he will not be won to aught against him.
Yorke. O then, I see, you'll part but with light Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will
giits ;

not he? In weightier things you'll lay a beggar, nay. Cates. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Gio. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Cateíby, Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little And, as it were far off, round thou lord Hastings, lord?

(me. How he doth stand affected to our purpose ; York. I would, that I might thank you as you call And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,

li. e. diffused, dispeised. 2 A proverbial line. 3 By vice the author means not a quality, but a perfon. See note 3, p. 492. Hi. e. commonly, in ordinary course. Si. c. too lately, the lols is joo treh !now incinory oi. e. I should itill élteem it bui' a trilling gift, were it heavier.


To sit about the coronation.

Hafi. Go, fullow, go, return unto tly lord ; If thou doit find him tractable to us,

Bid him not fear the separated councils : Encourage liin, and tell him all our reasons : His honour, and myself, are at the one ; If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,

Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth 125, And give us notice of his inclination :

Whereof I shall not have intelligence. For we to-morrow hold divided ! councils, Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance 3 : Wherein thyself thalt highly be employ'u. And for his dreams--I wonder, he's so fund Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him, To trust the mockery of unquiet flumbers: Catesby,

To Ay the buar, before the boar pursues, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Were to incense the boar to follow 115, Tv-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle ; And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. And we will both together to the Tower, Buik. Good Cate!bySo, effect this business Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. found!y.

[can. Mej. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what mu C01. My good lords both, with all the hecd I


[Erit, G's. Shall we hear fronı yol, Citehy, ere we

Fnter Catifry. Catif. Lou Buall, my lord.


Care? Many good morron's to my noble lord! Gio. Ai Croity-place, there you sh..!! find us both. Hafl. Good morrow; Catesby ; you are early

[Exit Catchy.

stirring; Buck. Now', ny lord, what shall we do, if we What news, what news, in this our tottering state perctive

Casts. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Lord Hisings will not yield to o&r complots? And, I believe, will never Itand upright, Gło. Chop off his head, man ;-iometi liat we Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. will do:

Hast. How? wear the garland ? dost thou mean And, look, when I an, king, claim theu of me Cates. Ay, my good lord. (the crown? The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Hafi. I'll have this crown of mine cut from ny Whereof the king my brother was pofleisd.

shoulders, Buit. I'll ciaim that promile at your grace's hand. Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac’d.

Gio. cind look io have it yielded with all kindness. But canst thou gueis chat he doth aim at it? (ward Ce me, let us fup betimes ; that after Wads Cates. Ay,on niy life ; and hopes to find you fora We may digeit our complots in some form. Upon his party, for the gain there if :

[Excunt. And, thereupon, he sends you this goal news,

That, this same very day, your enemies,

The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. fore Lord Haflings' Houle.

Hafi. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news Enter a Mesenger.

Because they have been till my adversaries :

But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's fide, M.!. My lord, my lord,

To har my master's heis in true descent, Hall. [Wisbin.] Who knocks ?

God knows, I will not do it, to the death. [mind! Mei. One from lord Stanley.

Catej. Gou keep your loruthip in that gracions Jiaji. (liat is't o'clock?

Haft. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month Mej. Upon the stroke of four.

hence, Enter Haflings.

That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Haf. Cannot thy master sleep these tediou I live to look upon their tragedy. nighis?

Well, Catcīby, ere a forta igiit make me older, Mej. So it noull seem by that I have to say. I'll send fome packing, that yet think not on't. Firt, he commends him to your noble lorullhip. Cutes, 'Tis a vile tling to die, my gracious lord, lin. And then,

When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it. Mil. Then ccrtifies your lordship, that this nigh: Hifi. O monstrous, monstrous! and to falls it cut He dreamt, the boar bad rased ? off his helm : With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do Besides, he says, there are two councils held ; With some men elfe, who think themselves as afe And that may be determind at the one,

As th , and I; who, as thou know'ft, are dear Which may make you and him to rue at the other To prcely Richard, and to Buckingham. Therefore lie sends to know your lordfhip's plea Cars: The princes both make high account of If presently you will take horse with fiim, [sure,

you, And with all ipeed post with him toward the north, For they account his head upon the bridge. [Afde. To Thun the danger that his foul divines.

Haft. I know they do; and I have well desery'dat.

I j.e. a private consultation, separate from the known and publick eguncil. 2 This term safed or rashed is always given to describe the violence inflicted by a boar. By a boar, through. ue this jeene, is meant Glofter, who was called the loar, or the hog, as has been before observed, from his having a boar for his conizance, and one of the supporters of his coat of arms.

3 1. e. wanting Cine example or all of malevolence, by which they may bs justified.



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Enter Stanley.

Buck. And fupper too, although thou know'st Come on, comeon, where is your boa-per, man

it nou

Fear you the boar, and gir so unproviled, Come, will you go?
Stani. My lord, good morw;---and good mor 11. j. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exerxí.

tow, Cateiby :
You may jett on, but, by the holy rood',

I do not like there several councils, l.

Before Pontille.
Haft. My lord,

Enter Sir Bii'w d Rainitt, id ring Lord Riders,
I hoki my life as dear as you do yours ;

Loool Rikard! Grey, wnd Sir Tooma, l'ough an ta
And never, in my days, I do protett,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :

R.it. Cre, brug forth the prisoners.
Think you, but that I know or Itats fecure, Riv. Sr Rihad Ratc!n', let me till t'iee this,
I would be fo triumpliant as I am? (London, Towy ihalt thou behold a fubje? die,

Starl. Thelords at Pomfret, when they rode from For traih, for duty, and for loyalty. (vou!
Were jocund, and fupros'd their states were lure, Gry. God keep the prince from all the pack of
And they, indeed, had no caule to mistrust; A knot you are ei denne blood-luckers. (after.
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-caft.

lugh. You live, that Khulciy woe for this bereThis sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt ;

Rut. Dispatch : the lin.it of your lives is out.
Pray God, I say, I prove a necdless coward !

Riv. O Pomfret, Ponifret! O thou bioody puson,
What, shall we toward the Tower. the day is spent. Fati and minous to noble peers!
Hluji. Come, come, have with you 2.--Wot you within the guilty closure of thy walls,
what, my lord ?

Richard the second here was hack'd to death :
To-day the lords yout:ilk of are beheaded. And, for more flander to thay dinal fel,
Stanl. They, for their truth 3, might better wear Wegive thee up ourguiltlefs blood to drink (heads,
their heads,

Grey. Now Margaret's curfe is fallen upon our
Than fome, that have dous'd them, wer their hats. When the exchim'u on Jiaftings, you, anii,
But come, my lord, let's away.

For ftanding by when Richard Itabb'i her ton.
Enter a Pis vivint.

Riv. Then cur,'d she lalings, curs d ihe buckHaf. Go cn bofore, I'll talk with this good fellow.

inglini, [1.xcunt Lord! Stinly, wird Catefby. Then curs'u the Richard :--), remember, God, Sirah, how now: how goes the world with thee? Tu bicar her prayer for them, as now for us !

Purs. The better, that you lordship please to ask. As for my fitter, and her princely fon. ,

Hafi. I tell thee, man, 'ui, better with me now, Be fratitivid, dear God, with our true bloods, Than when thou met'it me latte, here nowvremuet: Which, as thou know'd, unjustly must be spilt! Then I was going prisoner to the Tower,

Rut. Make haile, the hour of dead is now exBy the suggestion of the quell's allies;


{embrace: Put now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)

Fio. Cume, Grey', --come, Vaughan,--icttis here Tisis day thore enemies are put to death,

Firenel, antil we iect again in heaven. Llaiunt.
And I in hetter itate than ere I was. (tent;

Parf. God hold 4 it, to your honour's good con-

The Tower,
Haft. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for

[Throws dim bis puri. Buckigham, Striev, Hajinho Dios Day, 1S. I thank your honour. [Exit Puiduivurt. Catully, Lovel, with others at a tinta

Enter a l'riefl

Hall. Now, noble peers, the cause i hy we are Prief. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see Is-o detcrmine of the coronation : (met your honour.

[heart. In God's name, Ipeak, when is the royal days Fat. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Duck. Are all things ready for that royal tine? I am in your debt for your latt s exercise ;

Stant. They are, and wants but nominatio. Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. 1'7y. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. (in? Inter Buckingham.

Bunk. Who klows the lord protoctor's mind hiercBuck. What, talking with a pricít, lord Cham- Who is most inward with the noble duke? berlain ?

Ely. Your grace, we think, should fuoneit know Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;

his mind.

(hcarts, Your honour hath no ihriving work in hand. Buck. We know each other's faces ; for our

Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, He knows no more of mine, than 1 of yours; The men you talk of came into my mind. Nor I of his, my lori, tinn you of mine :What, go you toward the Tower? (there : Lord Hastings, you and he cre near in love.'

Buik. I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay Hal. I thank his grace, I know lie lovts nie weil; I shall return before your lordhip thence. But, for his purpíe in the coronition,

Hap. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. I have not founded im, ror he deliver'd

ii.e. the cross. 2 A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, I h eve fire'kin.;! fwy yok. 3;.c. honefty:

4 1. c, continue is. Si. c. performance of divine servicc. Osniving work is corJehon. .՝



His gracious pleasure any way therein:

Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up : But you, my noble lord, may name the time : And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Conforted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. That by their witchcraft thus have mark'd me. Enter Glofter.

Hiji. If they have done this deed, my ooble Ily. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.


{pec, Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all good moi Glo. If ! thou protector of this damned itrumI have been long a feeper ; but I trust, [row, Talk'st thou to me of ifs :--Thou art a traitor :My absence doth neglect no great design, Off with his head ;-00w, by Saint Paul I twear, Which by my presence might have been concluded. I will not dine until I see the fanie. Buch. Had you not come upon y 'ur cue', my Lovel, and Careidv, look, that it be done;lord,

The reft, that love me, rise, and follow me. William lord Haflings had pronounc'il your part, [Exit Couril, with Richard and Buiting i2m. I mean, your voice,--for crowning of the king. Hají. Roc, wue, for England ! not a whii for Glo. Than my lord Hattings, no man might be

me; bolder ;

For 1, con fond, might have prevented this : His lordship knows me well, and loves me well. Stanie; die dream, the boar did rase his helm ; My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, But I didn'd it, and did scorn to fly. (bls, I law good strawberries in your garden there; Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse 3 diu riums I do beseech you, send for some of them.

And Itarteil, when he look'd upon the Tower, Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. As loth to bear me to the laughter-house.

[Exii Fly. O, now I need the priest that ipake to me:
Ch. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. I now repent I told the pursuivant,
Cateiby hath rounded Hastings in our bufmeis; As tow triumphing, how mine enemies
And finds the teity gentiernan fo hot,

To-day at Pomfret bloodily were bolecherd,
That he will lose his head, ere give consent, And I myfoli secure in grace and favour.
His master's child, as wörthip’ully he ternis it, O, Margaret, Margaret, iww thy heavy curse
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Is lightel on poor Hatiugs' wretched lica.
Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, l'ii go with you. Catif. Dispatch, my lord, the duke would be
[Exeunt Glejter and Buckingham.

at dinner; Siant. We have not yet let down this day of Make a foort ihrift; he longs to see your head. triumph.

Hifi. O momentary grace of mortal men,
To-morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden; Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
For I myself am not fo well provided,

Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
As else I would be, wcre the day prolong'u. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Re-enier Bijlep of Ely.

Ready, with every nou, to tuinble down
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sert Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
For these strawberries.

[morning; Lsv. Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exHaft. His grace looks chearfully and fmooth this


[gland! There's fome conceit or other likes him well, llafi. Oh, bloody Richard ! -miserable EnWhen he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. I prophesy the fearful'ít time to thee, I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Can lesier hide his love, or hate, than he ; Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; For by his face straight thall you know his heart. They smile at me, who thuitly shall be dead. Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face,

(Exem! By any likelihood 2 he shew'd to-day?

Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended;

The Tower-W'alls.
For, were he, he had thewn it in his Icoks.
Re-enter G!per and Bucking bam

Enter Glalier, and Buckingham, in ruly armour, Glo. I pray you all, tell nie what they deserve,

marvellous ill-favour'd. That do conspire my death with devilish plots Glo. Come, cousin), canst thou quake, and change Of damned witchcraft ; and that have prevailed

thy colour Upon my body with their hellith charms?

murder thy breath in midjie of a word, Hafi

. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, And then again begin, and Itop again, Makes me molt forward in this noble presence As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?

To doom the offenders : Whoroe'er they be, Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedial; I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,

Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Tremble and Itart at wagging of a straw, Look how I am bewitchi’d; behold, mine arm | Intending deep fufpicion : -ghaftly looks

1 This cxpreífion is borrowed from the theatre. The cui, queue, or tail of a speech, consists of the last words, which are the token for an entrance or answer. To come on the cue, therefore, is 10 dome at the proper time. ? i. e, appearance. 3 The houdings of a horfe, and sometimes a horte hiinfelt, wire anciently denominated a fcoi-cloth.


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