Rat. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expir'd. Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan, let us here embrace:

Farewel, until we meet again in heaven.

[Exeunt.

Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, Bishop of Ely, Catesby, Lovel, with others, at a table,

Haft. 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?
Stanl. They are, and wants 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, fhould fooneft know his mind.

Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts,― He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine :— Lord Haftings, you and he are near in love. Haft. 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 prefume, he'll take in gentle part.

Enter Glofter.

Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself. Glo. My noble lords and coufins, all good morrow:

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I have

I have been long a fleeper; but, I trust,
My abfence doth neglect no great defign,

Which by my prefence might have been concluded,
Buck. Had you not come upon yourtue, my lord,
William lord Haftings had pronounc'd your part,
I mean, your voice, for crowning of the king.
Glo. Than my lord Haftings, no man might be
bolder;

His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.-
My lord of Ely, when I was laft in Holborn,
'I faw good ftrawberries in your garden there;
I do befeech you, fend for fome of them.

Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
[Exit Ely,
Glo. Coufin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Catesby hath founded Hastings in our business;
And finds the tefty gentleman fo hot,

4 Had you not come upon your cue] This expreffion is borrowed from the theatre. The cue, queue, or tail of a fpeech, confifts of the laft words, which are the token for an entrance or anfwer. To come on the cue, therefore, is to come at the proper time. JOHNSON,

5 - I saw good ftrawberries] The reafon why the bishop was difpatched on this errand, is not clearer in Holinfhed and Hall, from whom Shakspeare adopted the circumftance, than in this fcene, where it is introduced. Nothing feems to have happened which might not have been tranfacted with equal fecurity in the prefence of the reverend cultivator of these straw berries, whofe complaifance is likewife recorded by the author of the Latin play on the fame fubject, in the Museum:

Elienfis antiftes veniş? fenem quies,
Juvenem labor decet: ferunt hortum tuum
Decora fraga plurimum producere.
EPISCOPUS ELIENSIS.

Nil tibi claudetur bortus quod meus
Producit; effet lautius vellem mihi
Quo fim tibi gratus.

This circumftance of afking for the ftrawberries, however, may have been mentioned by the hiftorians merely to fhew the unusual affability and good humour which the diffembling Glofter affected at the very time when he had determined on the death of Haftings.

STEEVENS.

That

That he will lose his head, ere give confent, His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lofe the royalty of England's throne. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. [Exeunt Glofter, and Buckingham. Stanl. We have not yet fet down this day of triumph.

To-morrow, in my judgment, is too fudden

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 protector? I have sent For these strawberries.

Haft. His grace looks chearfully and fmooth this morning;

There's fome conceit or other likes him well. When he doth bid good morrow with fuch fpirit. I think, there's ne'er a man in Chriftendom, Can leffer hide his love, or hate, than he; For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Stanl. What of his heart perceive you in his face,. By any likelihood he fhew'd to-day?

Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For, were he, he had fhewn it in his looks.

Re-enter Glofter, and Buckingham.

Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deferve, That do confpire my death with devilish plots

There's fome conceit or other likes him well,

When he doth bid good morrow with fuch Spirit.] Conceit

is thought.

So, in Pericles, Prince of Tyre, 1609:

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"Here is a thing, too young for fuch a place,

"Who, if it had conceit, would die." MALONE.

-likelihood- -] Semblance; appearance. JOHNSON. So, in another of our author's plays:

-poor likelihoods, and modern feemings. STEEVENS.

Of

Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?
Haft. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble prefence
To doom the offenders: Whofoe'er they be,
I fay, my lord, they have deferved death.

Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil,
Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm
Is, like a blafted fapling, wither'd up:

And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch,
Conforted with that harlot, ftrumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
Haft. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,-
Glo. If thou protector of this damned ftrumpet,
Talk'ft thou to me of ifs?-Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head :-now, by faint Paul I fwear,
I will not dine until I fee the fame.

Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;→

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If! &c.] For this circumftance fee Holinfbed, Hall, and The Mirror of Magiftrates. FARMER.

9 Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;] In former copies; Lovel, and Ratcliff, look, that it be done.

The fcene is here in the Tower; and lord Haftings was cut off on that very day, when Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan fuffered at Pomfret. How then could Ratcliff be both in Yorkshire and the Tower? In the fcene preceding this, we find him conducting thofe gentlemen to the block. In the old quarto, we find it, Exeunt: Manet Catesby with Haftings. And in the next scene, before the Tower walls, we find Lovel and Catesby come back from the execution, bringing the head of Haftings. THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald fhould have added, that, in the old quarto, no names are mentioned in Richard's fpeech. He only fays" fome fee it done." Nor, in that edition, does Lovel appear in the next scene; but only Catesby, bringing the head of Haftings. The confufion feems to have arifen, when it was thought neceffary, that Catesby fhould be employed to fetch the mayor, who, in the quarto, is made to come without having been fent for. As fome other perfon was then wanted to bring the head of Haftings, the poet, or the players, appointed Lovel and Ratcliff to that office, without reflecting that the latter was engaged in another fervice on the fame day at Pomfret. TYRWHITT.

The

The reft, that love me, rife, and follow me.

[Exeunt Council, with Richard and Buckingham.
Haft. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rafe his helm;
But I difdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

Three times to-day my foot-cloth horfe did stumble,
And ftarted, when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loth to bear me to the flaughter-house.
O, now I need the priest that fpake 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.
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curfe
Is lighted on poor Haftings' wretched head.

Catef. Difpatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner;

The reft, that love me, rife, and follow me.] So, in The Battle of Alcazar, 1594:

"And they that love my honour, follow me."

MALONE.

2 Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did ftumble, &c.] So, in the Legend of Lord Haftings, by M. D.

My palfrey, in the plainest paved street,

Thrice bow'd his bones, thrice kneeled on the floor,

Thrice fbunn'd (as Balaam's afs) the dreaded tower.

To fumble was anciently efteem'd a bad omen. So, in the Honeft Lawyer. And just at the threshold Mafter Bromley fumbled. Signs! figns!"

The boufings of a horfe, and fometimes a horfe himself, were anciently denominated a foot-cloth. So, in Ben Jonfon's play called The Cafe is Altered:

"I'll go on my foot-cloth, I'll turn gentleman.' Again, in A fair Quarrel, by Middleton, 1617: -thou fhalt have a phyfician,

The beft that gold can fetch upon his foot-cloth." Again, in Ram-Alley, or Merry Tricks, 1610:

-nor fhall I need to try

"Whether my well-greas'd tumbling foot cloth nag
Be able to out-run a well-breath'd catchpole."

STEEVENS.

Make