That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,-
Glo. If thou protector of this damned strumpet,
Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?—Thou art a traitor :—
Off with his head :-now, by saint Paul I swear,
I will not dine until I see the same.

Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;
The rest, that love me, rise, and follow me.

[Exeunt council, with GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM
Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ;
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
O, now I want the priest that spake 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 curse
Is lighted on poor Hasting's wretched head.

Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner;
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down

Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim. Hast. Oh, bloody Richard!-miserable

England!

I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.-
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head;
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.

[Exeunt

[8] So, in The Legend of Lord Hastings, M.D. 1463. [Master Dolman.] "My palfry, in the playnest paved streete,

Thryse bow'd his boanes, thryse kneled on the flower,

Thryse shonnd (as Balams asse) the dreaded tower."

The housings of a horse, and sometimes the horse himself, were anciently denomi

nated a foot-cloth. STEEVENS.

[9] So, Horace: Nescius auræ fallacis.

JOHNSON.

The same.

SCENE V.

The Tower walls.

Enter GLOSTER and BUCK

INGHAM, in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured.'

Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy

colour?

Murder thy breath in middle of a word,→
And then again begin, and stop again,

As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?

Glo. He is ; and, see, he brings the mayor along.

Enter the Lord Mayor, and CATESBY.

Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord mayor,-
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.

Buck. Hark, hark! a drum.

Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.

Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for you,-
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.
Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us!
Enter LovEL and RATCLIFF, with HASTINGS' head.
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Lovel.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.

Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:

So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,—

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,

[1] Thus Holinshed: "The protector immediately after dinner, intending to set some colour upon the matter, sent in all haste for many substantial men out of the citie into the tower; and at their coming, himselfe with the duke of Buckingham, stood harnessed in old ill-faring briganders, such as no man should weene they would Vouchsafe to have put upon their backes, except that some sudden necessitie had constreined them." STEEVENS.

[2] That is, pretending. STEEVENS.

He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor
That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor,
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
(Wer't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house,

To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster?
May. What! had he so ?

Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels ?
Or that we would, against the form of law,
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
But that the extreme peril of the case,

The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Enforc'd us to this execution?

May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death;
And your good graces both have well proceeded,
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
I never look'd for better at his hands,
After he once fell in with mistress Shore.

Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die,
Until your lordship came to see his end;
Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented :
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons;
That you might well have signified the same
Unto the citizens, who, haply, may

Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.

May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak :

And do not doubt, right noble princes both,

But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens

With all your just proceedings in this case.

Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, To avoid the censures of the carping world. Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intend : And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.

[Exit Lord Mayor.

Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post :-
There, at your meetest vantage of the time,

:

Infer the bastardy of Edward's children :
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen,
Only for saying he would make his son

Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,

And bestial appetite in change of lust;

Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, wives. Even where his raging eye, or savage heart,

Without control, listed to make his prey.

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,

My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found, that the issue was not his begot ;
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,

Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.

Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's castle; Where you shall find me well accompanied,

With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops.
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock,

Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.

[Exit BUCKINGHAM. Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,— Go thou [To CAT.] to friar Penker ;-bid them both Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. [Exeunt LovEL and CATESBY Now will I in, to take some privy order To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; And to give notice, that no manner of person Have, any time, recourse unto the princes.

[Exit.

SCENE VI.—A Street. Enter a scrivener.
Scri. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings;

Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,

That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.

And mark how well the sequel hangs together :-
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,

For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ;
The precedent was full as long a doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.

Here's a good world the while!-Who is so gross,
That cannot see this palpable device?

Yet who so bold, but says he sees it not?

Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,

When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. [Exit.

The same.

SCENE VII.

Court of Baynard's Castle. Enter GLOSTER
and BUCKINGHAM, meeting.

Glo. How now, how now? What say the citizens ?
Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,

The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy,

And his contract by deputy in France :

Th' insatiate greediness of his desires
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-
As being got, your father then in France;
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,-
Being the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind:
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
And, when my oratory grew to and end,

I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry-God save Richard, England's royal king!
Glo. And did they so?

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,

Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;

And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence :
His answer was, the people were not us'd
To be spoke to, but by the recorder.

[3] That is, seen in silence, without notice or detection.

JOHNSON.