On you or yours, butwith all duteous loue
Doth chcrini you and yours, God punifli me
With hate, in chofc where Icxpc(5lmoft-louc#
When Ihauc moft ncedc to imploy a friend,
And moftaflurcd that he 15 a friend,
Deepe, hollow, trecherous. and full of guile
Be he vnto me, this doe 1 begge of God,
When I am coldinzcalc to yon or yours.
Kin. A pleadng cordiall Princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow vnto my fickly heart:
There wanteth now our brother Gloccf^er here,
To make the perfcifV period of this peace. Enter Clocefl,
Sue. And i n goo df time here com est he noble Duke.
Glo. Good morrow to my (bueraignc King & Quccnc,
And Princely peercs, a happy time ofdjy
Kin. Happy indeedc as we haue fpcnt the day;
Brother we haue donedcedesof charity;
Made peace of enmity* ftirc loue of hate*
Betweencthcfefwelhug wrong infenccd pceres.
€/•• Ablcflcd labour , ray moO foucraignc liege,
Amongft this princely hcapc, if any here
By falfe Intelligence or wrong furniife,
Hold me a foe, if 1 vn wittingly or in my rage,
Haue ought committed th.it is hardly borne
B^any in thisprefcnce, Idelirc
To reconcile inc to hij friendly peace,
Tis death to me to be at enmity
Ihateitj and de fire all good mens loue.
Rrft Madam I intrcatc true pcaccofyou,
Which I will purchafc with my dutious fcruicc.
' " ' Of
Ofyoumy notlc Coofcn Buckingham!
If cucT any gruclge were logdc bccwccnc y$.
Of you Lo: Riucrs,ancl Lord Gray of you,'
That all without defcithauc frowndonme,
Dukcs,Earlcs,Lords, gentlemen, indeed ofall:
I doc not know that Englifh man aliuc.
With whom my foulc is any iottc at oddcs ,
More then the infant that is borne to night;
1 thauke my God for my humility.
Q^ A holy day fhall this be kept hereafter,
I would to God all fVrifes were well compounded*
My (bucraignc liege 1 doc bcftech your Maiefty,
To take out brother Clarence to your Grace.
c/a. Why Madame , hauc loffred louc for this.
To be thus (corned in thisrovallprcfcncc?
Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead.
You doc him iuiury to fcornc his corft.
Ry«. Who knowes not he is dead? who knowcs he ii?
<^. All feeing hcaucn, what a world is this?
'Bhk\{^ Lookc I fo pale Lo: Dorfet as the reft?
Dor. I my good L:and no one ill this pfelcnce.
But his red couler hath forfooke his checkcs.
K/«. Is Clarence dead, the order was rcucrflr.
Olo. But he poore foulc by your firft order died.
And that a winglcd Mercury did bearc,
Some tardy cripplebote the countermaund,
That came too lag to fee him buried:
God grant that feme leffe noble, and IcfTc loyall,
Necrcr in bloudy thoughts, butnotin blond:
Defrruc not worfethen wretched Clarence did,
And jet 20 currant from fufpition. "Enter D4rhy»
Bay. a boone my foucraigne br my fcruicc done.
Kin. I pray thee peace, my foule is fullof forrow.
t)dr. r will not rife vnleffeyour highneflc grant.
'K.in, Then fpeake at once, what is itthou demaundft.
•D^r. The forfeit foucraigne ofmy fcruant&lifc.
Who flew to day a riotous gentleman,
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolkc.
Kin. Plaue
cfRkhari Phe third,
I Kin, HaUc I a tongue to doomc my brothers death,'
And (hall the fame giue pardon to a flauc?
My brothel flew no man, his fault was thougtt,
And yet his punifhment was cruell death.
Who fucd to iTje for him? who in my rage,
Kneeldatmy fccte andbadrac beaduifde?
Who fpake of Brotherhood? who of ioue?
Whotoldmehowthepoorefoule did forfakc
The mighty Warwiclce, and did fight for me:
Who toldc me in the field by Teuxbery,
When Oxford had me downe, he refcucd mc»
And (aid deare brother, hue and be aKine?
Who told me when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almoft to death, how he did lappcmc
Eucninhis owne garments, and gaue himfelfe
All thin and naked fo the numbcoldnightj
All this from my remembrance brutifh wrath
Sinfijlly puckt, and not a man of you
Had|{b much grace to put it in my mindc-
But when your carters,or your waightmg vaflailes
Haue done a drunken (laughter, and defa(Ve
The pretious image ofour deare Redeemer,
You (traight arc on your knees for pardon pardoni
And I viuutlly too, muft grantit you:
But for my brother, nota man would fpeake*
Nor I vngratious fpeake vnto my felfe»
For him poorc foule;The prouded of you all
Haue beeae beholdingto him in hislife:
Yet none ofyou would once pleade for hislife:
Oh God I fearc thy lufticc will take hold
On me, and you, and minc^ and yours for this. (Exit.
Come Haftings help me to my clofet, ohpoore Clarence,
gU. This isthcfruitofrafhnej; marktyou not
How that the guilty kindred of the Queenc,
Lookt pale when they did heare of Clarence death?
Oh they did vrgc it dill vnto the King,
God will reuenge it. Butcomeletsin
To comfort Edward with our company. "Exeunt,
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- TheTrAgedy
Inter Dutches of Torke, with CUrence ChiUren,
Boy. Tell me good Granam, is oui father dead?
^tit. No boy. (brcaft»
Boy. V/liy doe you wring your hands, and beatcyour
And crie, Oh Clarence my vnhappy Tonne?
CerL Why doe you looke on vs and iliakc your head,
And call vs wtctcUesj Orphanes,caft3waic»»
If that our rioblc father be ahue?
But. My prf ty Cofcns,you mi ftakc mc much»
I doc lament the fxkneffc of the King:
As loth to loofc him: not your fathers death.*
It were loft labour, to wccpc for one thatsloft.
Boy, Then Granam you conclude that he is dcacf,
ThcKing my Vnckic is too blame for this;
God will rcu'engc it, whomi will importune
"Wich daily praiets^all to thatcfFc(ft.
D«^ Peace child rcn,peacc,the King doth louc you welt
Incapable and (hallow innocents,
You cannot gucfTc who caufdc your Others death.
'Boy. Granam wc can: For my good Vnckle Gloceftc?
Tould mc,thc King prouoked by the Qyccne,
Deuifd impeachments to imprifbn him;
And when he touid mc fo, he wept,
And hugd me in his araiCjand kindly kift my checke,
And bad rac rely on him as in my father.
And he woulci loue me dcatcly as his child.
Lut. Oh that deceit rhould ftcalc fuch gentle fhapcsi
A nd with a veituous > i fard hide foule guil e:
He is my fonne^ycajand therein my ihame:
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit
'Boy. Thinkc you ray Vnckic diddifTcmblc Granam?
Dut, I boy.
Boy. I cannot thinkc itjhark what noiic is this. Enter the
Q«,. Oh who Aall hinder mc to wailc and wccpc? Q£/«.
To chidt tny fortune* and torment my fclfe?
lie ioine with blacke dcfpairc againft my foule.
And to my fclfc become an enemy.
Dut. W hat roeanes this fccane of rude impatience.
Q«» To make an a£t of tragickc violence; Ed-
l^JJ;'i^f»Sw'ft;;
g/RkharJ t-he third,
Edward, ray Lord, your fonnc our King is dead.
Why grow thebranchcs,now the rootc is withcrd?
Why withcrnot the leaucs, the fip being gone?
If you will hue, lament: if die, be briefjr:
Thatourfwiftwingcdfoules may catch the Kings,
Or ni<c obedient fubicihj follow him
To his new kingdome of pcrpctuall rcfl-,
Z)«^ Ah fomuch interel^ haue I in thy fbrrow»
As I had title in thy noble husband: •
r haue bcwcpt a worthy husbands death,
And liuM by looking on his images.
Bntnowtwo mirroursof his Princely fcmbiancc.
Arc craclct in pieces by malignant death:
And I for comfort haue but one falfeglafle,
Which grieucsmewhcnifee my (hamcinhim.
Thou art a widdow,yct thou art a mother,
And haft the comfort of thy children left thee:
But death hath fnatcht my children from mine armcs,
Andpluckt two crutches from my feeble limmes,
Edward and Clarence, Oh whatcaufc haue I
Then,being but moity of my griefe,
To oucrgo thy plaints and dro wne thy cries?
F»>. Good Aunt, you wept not for our fathers death,
How can we aide you with our kindreds tearcs.
Otr/. Our fatherleflc diftrcnTe was left vnmoand.
Your widdowes dolours like wife be vnwept.
Qi*^ Giuemeno help in lamentation,
lam not barren to bring foorth laments:
All fprings reduce their currents to mine cics,
That I being gouernd by the wstiy moane,
May (end foorth plenteous teares to dro wne the world;
Oh formy husband, for my cire Lo: Edward.
*//w^tf Oh for our father,fbr our dcarc Lo: Clarence.
Dut. Alas for both, both mine Edward and Clare ncc'
Qir What ftay had 1 but Edward, and he isgone?
•^m. What (lay had we but Clarence, and he is gone?
i>^. Whatflaicshadl but they, and thcyarcgonc?
Qjt, Was ncuer Widdow,had fo dearc a lofFc,
E 2 ^mifo
<jimhc. "Was ncucr Orphancs had a clearer loiTc.
J)u. Was ncucv mother had adcaicrloffc;
Alas. I atr the mother of thefc moncs.
Their wocsare parccld, mine are gencrali:
She for Edward wccpcs , and (b doc I:
I for a Clarence wecpc,fo doth not (he:
Thefc babcsfor Clarence wecpe>and To doe I:
I for an Edward weepe, Co doe not they.
Alas, you three on me threefold diCVreft,
Poure all yourtcares» I am your forrowesnurfo,
And I will pamper it with lamentations. Enter o/ocffl,
Cr/.Madame haue comfort,al of vs haue caufe, toid otliers.
To waile the dimming of our fhiniug ftarrc ;
But none can cure their hartnes by wailing them^
IVIadame my mother, I doe eric you mercy,
Idid not fccyour Grace, humbly on my knee
I craueyour blcfsing.
Dm. God bletTe thee, and put ineekcnes Inthymindc,
Loue, chanty, obedience, and true duety.
Glo. Amen^nd make me diea good old man,
Thats the butt end oFa mothers blcGing:
I maruel! why her Grace did leaueit out*
BucKi You cloudy Princes, andhart-ibrrowingpecrcs
That beate this mutual 1 heauy lode of moanc:
Now cheare each other, in each others loue:
Though we haue fpent our haiueft of thttKing,
Wearetoreapethe harueft of hijfonne:
The broken rancour of your high fwoUic hearts.
But htcly fplinterd, knit, and ioynd etogether,
Muft gently be preferu'd, cherifht and kept.
Me fecmeth good that with Tome little trainc,
Forthwith from Ludlow the yongPrince bcfctcht
Hither to London, to be crownd ourKing.
g/o. Then beit fo; and go we to determine.
Who they flialbc that ftraight (hall pod to Ludlow;
Madame, and you my mother will you go.
To giue your cetifures in this waignty bufines,
^nf. With all our hearts. Bccmmn.Gh.'Buck,
of 'Richard the thtrd^
3nck^ My Lord who cucriourneics to the Prince,
For Godi (akc let not vs two (by bchindc;
For by the way lie fort occafion,
A$ index to the ftory we late talkt of, -^
To part the Quccncsproud kindred from the Kin<^.
G/», My other felfe,mycounfclscon(ifVory:
My Oracle, my Prophet, my dcarc Cofen:
I like a childe will go by thy dirc<5lion;
Towards Ludlow then, for we will not ftay bchinde.
^^^''^/ ^ntertivoCitti\ens.
I Cit. Neighbour well met, whither a way fo fad?
a Cit, Ipromifeyoujfcarcclyknowmyrclfc.
1 Hearc you the ncwcs abroad?
1 L that the King is dead.
I Bad ncwes birlady, fcldomc comes the better,
Ifcare, I ftarc, twill prooue a troublous world. Mntano-
3 Cit, Good morrow neiehbours.' therCitt.
Doth this newes hold ofgoodKing Edwards death?
I It doth. 3 Then raafters lookc to (ce a troublous world
1 No no, by Gods good grace his fonne fhall raigne.
3 Woe to that bnd thats goucrad by a childe.
2 In him there is a hope otgoucrnenicnt*
That in his nonage counfcll vndcr him.
And in his full and ripened yercs himfelfe,
Nodoubt (hall then, and till thcngouemc well.
I So ftoode the ftatc when Harry the fixe
Was crownd at Paris, but at ix, moncths oldc.
1 Stoode the ftate fo> no good my friend not {©,
For then this land was famoufly enricht
With pollitike graue counfell : then the King
Had vertuous Vncklcsto protefthis Grace.
2 So hath this, both by the father and mother.
3 Bettcritwcrcthcyallcaraebythefiither,
Or by the father there were none at all;
For emulation now, who (Kail beneercft;
Will touch vsall too nearc, if God preuent not.
Oh fijll of dangcristhe Dukcof Gloccftcr,
And the Quecncs kindred hauty and proud,
E 3 And
of Richard the third.
So longa gi'ow'ing,and (o leirurclyj
ThariFthiswcrea nue rule, he iTiould be gratious.
Car, Why Madaracj fo no doubt he is.
£)«/•. I hope (btoo, butyer let mothers doubt.
Tor, Now by my troth if I had becnc remcmbrrd,
Icouldhauc giucn my VncUlcs grace a flout, mine.
That fhouldhauc necrer toucht his growth then he did
Dnt. Howmyprety Yorkc? Ipray rheclctmr hcarcit.
Tor, Mary they fay,my Vncklc grew fo fafV,
That he could gnawacruftat tvvohouresolde:
Twasfuli two yeares ere I could get a tooth.
Granam this would hauc heenc a bi ti ng ic iV.
Dm. Ipray rhec prety Yovkc who toldc thcc fo.
Tor. Granam his nurfe-
D«f . His nurtc: why the was dead ere thou wcrtbornc.
Tor. If twcpc not Ihe, 1 cannot tell who toldc me.
Qu^ A perilous boysgo to^you arc too Oirewde,
Caf. Good Madame be not angry with thcchilde,
j^. Pitchers hauc ear cs. En»erDorfet,
C4r. Here comesyourfonne, LorM-Dorfet-
What ncwes Lo: Marques?
Dor. Such ncwes my Lo: as grieues me to vnfolde.
Qu^ How fares the Prince?
Dor, Wcl! Madame^ and in heahh.
DHt* W^hatisthynewesthen?
Dor. Lo: Riuersand Lo: Gray arc Tent to Pomfret, -
W'ith them* Sir Thomas Vaugnan, prifoncrs.
Dut. Who hath committed them?
Dor. The mighty Dukes, GlocefVer and Buckingham.
Car, For what offence.
Dor. Thefumme of all lean, I hauc difclofed:
Why> or for whatj thcfc nobles were committed.
Is all vnknowen tome my gratiousLady.
Qu^ Ay me Ifee the downFall of our houlc,
The tyger now hath ccazd the gentle hinic:
Infulting tyranny begmnes toiet,
Vpon the innocent and lawleiTcthroane:
Welcome dcRruclion j death and maflTacre,
Ifec
/X''
TheTngidy
I fee as ui a mappc the cndc of all.
Du. Accurfcci and vnquict wrangling daicj^
How many of youhauc mine cics beheld?
My husband loft his life to get thecrowne,
And often vp and downc my fonnes were to(\:
tor me to icy and wccpc their gainc and lode.
And being fcated and domcftike broilcs*
CTeanc ouerblowne themfclues,thc conquerours
Make warre vpon thcmrclucs,bloudagam(lbloud,
Selfc againft fclfe, O prcpofteroui
And frantikc outraee, endc thy damned fplecne^
Or let me die to looke on deatfi no more.
CXH. Comccomcmyboy,wevvilltofan6luary;
Dut. He CO alotigwith you.
QUj Youhauenocaufc.
Cur. MygratiousLady gD,
And thither bcare your treafurc and your gbod$,
For my part. He rcfigne vnto your Grace
The fealcl kccpt) and (b betide to me.
As well Itenderyou and all of yours:
. Come lie condu^you to thcfanftuary. Exe/tnt,
^ ' The Trumpets found, enter youn^ 'Prince] the B ukes efG/a-
cefier^ and Buckiitihdmi Cdrdinally CJTV. (bcr»
Buc. Welcome fweetc Prince to London to your ckam-
G lo. Welcome dcare Colcn my thoughts fbucraignc,
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
Trin. No Vnckle, but our croflcson the way
Haue made it tedious,weari{bmr,and heauy:
I want more Vnckleshere to welcome me.
Glo. Sweet ePri nee, th c vntainted ycrtueofyourycrcSj
Hath not yccdiued into the worlds deceit:
Nor more can you di ftinguifh of a roan.
Then of his outward Hiewj which God heknowcs^
Scldomeorneueriumpcth with the heart;
Thofc Vnckles which you want, were dangerous.
Your Grace attended to their fugred words.
But lookt not OH the poifbn of their hearts:
God keepe you from them , and from fuch falfc friends.
^rin.
tf Richard the third,
Tri, God kecpe me from falfc friends* but they wcr «ooc>
Clo» My Lo, the Maior of London comes ro grectcyou.
BnterLordMiiior.
LoiU. God bleflc your grace with health and happy daie j.
Trin. Ithankc you good myLorandthankcyouall;
I thoueht my mothcr,and my brother Yorkc,
Would lort^ ere this hauc met vs on the way:
Fie, what a Aug is HaOings that he comes not
To tell vs whether they will come, or no» {inter t.Hsfl.
Buck^ And m good time, here comes the fw eating Lo:
*Pri. Welcome my Lo: what will our mother come?
H4/?. On what occafion, God he knowcs.not L*
The Quecneyournaotherand your brother Yorkc
Haue taken {anftuary:T he tender Prince
Would faine haue come with me, to meet c your Grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld.
Buc. Fic,whatanindirc6land pceuifh courfc
Is this of hers? Lo: Card mall will your grace
Perfwade thcQueencto fend thcDukc of Yorkc
Ynto his Princely brother prciently?
Itilie deny, Lo: Haftingsgo with him.
And from her icalousarmcspluckc him perforce.
Car. My Lo: of Buckingham, if my wcake oratory
Can from his mother winne the Dukcof Yorke,
Anone exped him here : but if flic be obdurate
To milde entreaties, God in heaucn forbid
Wefhould infringe the holy priuiledgc
Of ble{rcdfancluaty,not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of fo dccpe a fmnc.
3uck, You are toofencelelTe obftmate my Lo:
Too ceremonious and traditionall:
Weiffh it but with the groflci.es of this age»
Youltrcake not ianftuary in feazing him:
The benefit thereof is alwaics granted
To thofcwhofc dealings hauc defcrude the place,
And thofc w^ho hauc the wit to clainie the place.
ThisPrincchath neither claimed it,norde(crucd it,
And therefore in mine opinion,cannot hauc it.
F Then
iVi;-.>JS^^V; :"'?"T5J?S?
The Tragedy
T hen taking him from thence that is not there,
Youbreakenopriuiledgciior charter there;
Oft hauc I heard of faiidtuary men,
But f^nftuary children neucr till now.
Ctir. Mv Lo: you fhall ouerrulc my minde for oncc:
Come OR Lo: Haftmgs willyougo withmc?
Hdfi. IgomyLord.
Trin. Good Lords mal^e all the fpeedy haft you may t
Say Vncklc Gloceftcr, if our brother come,
"W'herc (liall wefbiourne till our coronation?
g/«. Where it fecmcsbeft vntoyout royal! felft;
If I may counce.H you,ionic day or two,
Your hidmcs fhall rcpoic you at the tower;
Thenwhere youpleafe.and fhalbc thought mo ft fit
For your bcft health and recreation.
Trin. I doe not bke the ^owcr of any place;
Did lulius Caelar build that place my Lord?
Buc. He did, my gratious Lo; begin that place,
"Which fincc fuccceding ages haue rcedified.
Trin. Is it vpon record, or els reported
Succcfsiucly {romagc to age he built it?
Buc. Vpon record my gratioui Lo:
Tri. Butlay my Lo: it were nor regiftrcd,
Me thinkes die truth fhould liue from age toage,
A^twcrc rctaildc to all poftcrity,
Euen to the general! all-endingday.
Gio. So^ wife, fo young, chey fay doe neucr hue long.
Tri. What fay you Vncklc*
Clo. I fay without chara<ikrs fame Hues long:
Thus like the formal! vice iniquity,
I morallizetwo meanings in one word«
Tri. That lulius Cefar wasa famous man.
With what his valour did enrich his wit.
His wit (ct do wnc to make his valurc liue:
Death makes no conqucft of this conqucrour,
For now he hues in fame though not in life;
He tcl! you w hat my Cofen Buckingham.
Buc. What my grafwus Lord?
Frin-
tfRkh/o'd thethirdn
'Pri«%~ And ifl liuc vntill Ibea man,
lie v<innc our aoncicnt right in France againc,
Or die a ibuldlcrasIIiucicaKing.
C/o, Short fummcrs li ghtly h;iue a forward Tpring.'
Infer youn^ '^orke, Hajlin^s, Cardi»a/i.
Bttc. Now in good time here comes the Duke of Yorfcc»
'Pri. Rich, of lorkc how 6rcs our louing brother?
Tor. WeU my dread Lo; fo muft I callyou now.
Tr't. Ibrothcr to our giiefc as it is yours;
Too late he died that might hauc kept that title,
Which by his death hath loft much raaiefty .
do. How fares our CoCcn noble Lo: of Yorke?
Tor. I thankc you gentle Vncklc. OmyLo:
You (aid that idle wecdes arc fa(^ in growth:
The Prince my brother hath outgrowcnracftrrc,
c/». He hath ray Lo:
Tcr, Andthcrforeisheidle?
G/o. Oh my fairc Co(en, I muft not fay Co.
Tor. Then he ismore bcholdmgtoyou thcnL
do. He may command me as my (bueraigue.
But you haue power in mc as ina kinfcman.
Tor. r pray you Vncklegiue me this dagger;
do. My dagger little Cofcn^withall my heart
.Tr/. A begger brother?
Tor. Of my kind Vncklc that I know willgiuc.
And being but a toy,which is uo griefe to giue.
C/p, A greater gitt then that, lie giuc my Cofen.
Tor. A greater gift, O thats the {\vord to it.
C/a« I gentle Cofen, were it light,enough.
Tor. O then I fee you will part but with light gifts,
In weightier things youle fay a begger nay.
do. It is tooheauy for your Grace to wearc.
Tor. I weigh it liehtly were it heauier.
do. What wouldyou haue my weapon little Lord?
Tor. I would, that 1 might thankc you as you call mc.
do. How? Tor. Little.
7r/. My Lo: of YorUe will ftill be crofTc in talker
Vncklc your grace knowcs how to bearc with him.
Fa Tor.
Tor, Yourneane to beare me ,not to beare Vith mc:
VncUlc, mv brother mockcs both you and me,
Bccaufe that 1 am httle hke an Ape,
He thinkcs that you fliould bcauemc onyour fnoulderi,
hui^ V/ith what a fharpc promdcci wit he rcaCons,
To mittigate the fcorne hcgiucshis Vnckk:
He pretciy and aptly taunts himlclfc,
So cunning and fo young is wonderfull.
qIo, My Lo: wilt plcafc you pafTc along.
My fclfe and my good Coofen Buckingham*
Will to your mother, to entrcatc of her.
To rncctcyouatthc tower, and welcome you.
Tor, What will you go vnto the tower my Lo^
'Prin. My Lo: protc^or nccdcs will haue it fo.
rot, 1 rfiall not llcepc in quiet at the tower.
Glo, Why,whatrhouldyoufeare?
lor. Mary my Vnckle Clarence angry ghofti
My Granam tolde rac he was murdrcd tnerc.
Tri. 1 feare no Vnckles dead .
do. Nor none that liuc,l hope.
l^ri And it they Uuc»I hope I ncedc not fcar«:
But come my Lo: with a hcauy heart
Thinking on them, go 1 vnto the tower.
-Exeunt Trin.Tor. H 4/1.1) or f manet ,'FJch. Buck*
Buc. Thinkc you my Lo: this little prating Yorke,
Was not mccnfed by his fubtile mother,
To taunt and fcorne you thus opprobrioufty?
do. No doubt ,no doubt» Oh tisapcrillousboy,
Bold,quickc, ingenious, forward, capable,
He is all the mothers, from the top to toe
Buc, Well, let them reft; Come hither Catesby,
Thouartfworneasdccpely to cffcftwhatwcJaecnd,
A% clofely to conccaie what we impart.
Thou knoweft o'Jt rcalbnsYrgdevponthc way?
\Vhatihinke(\ thouj is it not an eaiic matter
To make William Lo: Haftingsofourmindcj
For the intUleracnt of this noble Duke,
Inthefcateroyallofthis famous ile?
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$f Richard the third,
Catef, He for Kis fathers Cj Ice fo l®ues the Pri nee,
That he will not be wonnc to ought againfl: him.
BucJ^ What thinkeft thou then of Stanley what wilUtc?
Cdt. He will doe all in all as Haflingsdoth.
B«ci;. Well then no more but this:
Go gentle Catesby, and as it were a farrc off.
Sound thou Lo: Ha{ling$,how he ftands afFciflcd
Vnto our purpofe, if he be willing,
Encourage hiin, and fhcw him all ourrca{bns:
Ifhc be leaden* icic, cold, vnwilling,,
Be thou fo too : and fo brcalcc off your talkc,
Andgiuc vs notice of his inclination:
For we to morrow hold deuidcd counfcls,
Wherein thy felfc (halt highly be craploied.
Clo, Commend me to Lo: William, tell him Catesby,
His auncicnt knot of dangerous aduerfaries
Tomorrow are IctblouaatPomfretCaftle,
And bid my friend forioy of this good newcs,
GiueMiflreffe Shore, one gentle kiflc the more.
Bucki Good Ca» esby cffcd this bufincs (bundly .
Cat. My good Lo: both, with all the heede 1 may.
gIo. Shall we hcare from you Catesby ere we flcepc?
Cat, You (hall my Lord.
Clo. At Crosby place there (tall you findc vsboth-
Bhc. Now my Lo: what fhall we doe,\f wc perceiue
Wilham Lo: Haftings will notyeeld to our complots?
Glo\ Chop of his head manjfbmewhat wewilldoe>
And looke when 1 am King, claimc thou ofmc
T he Earledomc of Hereford and the moueables,
Whereof the King my brother ftood poffcft .
Buc. lie claime that promifc at your Graces hands.
g/o. And lopke to haue ityeeldcd with all wilUngncs:
Come let vsfuppc betimes, that after wards
Wcmay digeft our complotsinfomc forme. Zxcunt,
Enter s. Meffgn^erto Lo: Hajlin^s,
Uef, What ho my Lord.
Ha/?, Who knockes at the dorc.
Me/?. A mcffengerfi^Gm the Lo: Stanley. Enter LJJafl-
F 3 n^fl.
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Hafl. Vfhatsaclocke?
Me/J^. Vpon the (troke offoure.
Hafl. Cannot thy Maftcr fleepe thcfe tcciiousmghfs?
Mejf. So it fliouid feemc by that 1 hauc to dy :
Firft he commends hirn to your noble Lordfhip.
tia/f. And then, Mc/T And then he fends you word.
He dreamt to night the bearc had raftchisheline:
BwfideSjhe (atcs thcrearc two counccls held,
And that may be determined at the one.
Which may make you and him to re we at 'the other.
Therefore ke (ends to know your Lorddiips plcafurc j
It'prefcntly you will take hoifc with him,
Andwith all fpeedepoft into the North,
To ftiu n the danp;er that his (bulc diuincs.
Hafl. Go fellow go, retume vnto thy Lord,
Bid him notfcarc the feperated counfcls:
His honour and my felfearc at the one»
And at the other, is my feruant Catcsby?
AVherenothmg can proccedcthattouchethvs,
\VheieoQ fhall not hauc intelligence.
Tell him his feares are Qiallow, wanting inflancc.
And for his drearacs, I wonder he is Co fond»
Totruf} the mockery of vntjuietflumbcrs.
To flie the boare, before the boare purfues v&