York. I shall not fleep in quiet at the Tower.
Glo. Why, fir, what should you fear?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ;
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear, But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

[Exeunt Prince, YORK, HASTINGS, Cardinal, and Attendants.

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother,

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them reft.-

Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art fworn
As deeply to effect what we intend,

As closely to conceal what we impart :

Thou know'ft our reasons urg'd upon the way ;-
What think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter
To make William lord Hastings of our mind,
For the instalment of this noble duke

In the feat royal of this famous ifle?

Cate. He for his father's fake fo loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him,

Buck. What think it thou then of Stanley? will not he? Cate. He will do all in all as Haftings doth.

Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Catesby, And, as it were far off, found thou lord Haftings, How he doth ftand affected to our purpose;

And fummon him to-morrow to the Tow

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let blood at Pomfret-caitle; iend, for joy of this good news, hore one gentle kifs the more.

Catesby, go, effect this business soundly. od lords both, with all the heed I can. ≈ hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? all, my lord.

by-place, there fhall you find us both.

[Exit CATESBY. my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive will not yield to our complots?

f his head, man ;-fomewhat we will do:hen I am king, claim thou of me f Hereford, and all the moveables Eng my brother was poffefs'd.

im that promise at your grace's hand. ok to have it yielded with all kindness. up betimes; that afterwards

our complots in fome form.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter HASTINGS

Haft. Cannot thy mafter fleep the Mef. So it fhould feem by that I l Firft, he commends him to your nob Haft. And then,

Mef.

And then he fends To-night the boar had rafed off his Befides, he fays, there are two coun And that may be determin'd at the Which may make you and him to ru 'Therefore he fends to know your lo If presently you will take horse with And with all speed poft with him to To fhun the danger that his foul div

Haft. Go, fellow, go, return unto Bid him not fear the feparated cound His honour, and myself, are at the And, at the other, is my good frien Where nothing can proceed, that to Whereof I shall not have intelligenc Tell him, his fears are fhallow, wan

od morrows to my noble lord! Trow, Catesby; you are early stirring: = news, in this our tottering state? ling world, indeed, my lord; ill never ftand upright,

the garland of the realm.

ear the garland? doft thou mean the

good lord.

his crown of mine cut from my shoulders, crown fo foul misplac'd.

efs that he doth aim at it?

■y life; and hopes to find you forward or the gain thereof:

he fends you this good news,— ery day, your enemies,

e queen, muft die at Pomfret. am no mourner for that news, been still my adversaries :

e my voice on Richard's fide,

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my mafter's heirs in true defcent,

God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Haft. But I fhall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,~
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.

Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll fend fome packing, that yet think not on't.
Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Haft. O monstrous, monftrous! and fo falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey and fo 'twill do
With fome men elfe, who think themselves as fafe
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'ft, are dear
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.

:

Cate. The princes both make high account of you,—

For they account his head upon the bridge.

[Afide. Haft. I know, they do, and I have well deferv'd it.

Enter STANLEY.

Come on, come on, where is your

boar-spear, man ?

Fear you the boar, and go fo unprovided?

Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Catesby :

You may jeft on, but by the holy rood,

I do not like thefe feveral councils, I.

Haft. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours;

And never, in my life, I do protest,

Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :
Think you, but that I know our state fecure,

I would be fo triumphant as I am?

Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Lon

don,

Were