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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. Yorke. What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord? Prince.
[1655]
My Lord Protector will haue it so.
Yorke. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, what should you feare ? Yorke. Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost: My Grandam told me he was murther'd there. Prince.
[1660]
I feare no Vnckles dead.
Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope. Prince. And if they liue, I hope I need not feare. But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart, Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower. A Senet. Exeunt Prince, Yorke, Hastings, and Dorset. Manet Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby. Buck.
[1665]
Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subtile Mother, To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?
Glo. No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy, Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:
[1670]
Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby, Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend, As closely to conceale what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.
[1675]
What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter, To make William Lord Hastings of our minde, For the installment of this Noble Duke In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?
Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,
[1680]
That he will not be wonne to ought against him.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not hee? Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,
[1685]
Sound thou Lord Hastings, How he doth stand affected to our purpose, And summon him to morrow to the Tower, To sit about the Coronation. If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,
[1690]
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling, Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke, And giue vs notice of his inclination: For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
[1695]
Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd.
Rich. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby, His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle, And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
[1700]
Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, goe effect this businesse soundly. Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Rich. Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we sleepe? Cates. You shall, my Lord. Rich.
[1705]
At Crosby House, there shall you find vs both.
Exit Catesby. Buck. Now, my Lord, What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots? Rich. Chop off his Head:
[1710]
Something wee will determine: And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.

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Buck. Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand. Rich.
[1715]
And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse. Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards Wee may digest our complots in some forme.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings. Mess. My Lord, my Lord. Hast. Who knockes ? Mess.
[1720]
One from the Lord Stanley.
Hast. What is't a Clocke? Mess. Vpon the stroke of foure. Enter Lord Hastings. Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights? Mess. So it appeares, by that I haue to say:
[1725]
First, he commends him to your Noble selfe.
Hast. What then? Mess. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme: Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;
[1730]
And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at th'other. Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure, If you will presently take Horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the North,
[1735]
To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.
Hast. Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord, Bid him not feare the seperated Councell: His Honor and my selfe are at the one, And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
[1740]
Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs, Whereof I shall not haue intelligence: Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance. And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple, To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.
[1745]
To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues, Were to incense the Bore to follow vs, And make pursuit, where he did meane no chase. Goe, bid thy Master rise, and come to me, And we will both together to the Tower,
[1750]
Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly.
Mess. Ile goe, my Lord, and tell him what you say. Exit. Enter Catesby. Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord. Hast. Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring: What newes, what newes, in this our tott'ring State? Cates.
[1755]
It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord: And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright, Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.
Hast. How weare the Garland? Doest thou meane the Crowne? Cates.
[1760]
I, my good Lord.
Hast. Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders, Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis‑plac'd: But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it? Cates. I,

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Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings. Mess. My Lord, my Lord. Hast. Who knockes ? Mess.
[1720]
One from the Lord Stanley.
Hast. What is't a Clocke? Mess. Vpon the stroke of foure. Enter Lord Hastings. Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights? Mess. So it appeares, by that I haue to say:
[1725]
First, he commends him to your Noble selfe.
Hast. What then? Mess. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme: Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;
[1730]
And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at th'other. Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure, If you will presently take Horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the North,
[1735]
To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.
Hast. Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord, Bid him not feare the seperated Councell: His Honor and my selfe are at the one, And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
[1740]
Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs, Whereof I shall not haue intelligence: Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance. And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple, To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.
[1745]
To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues, Were to incense the Bore to follow vs, And make pursuit, where he did meane no chase. Goe, bid thy Master rise, and come to me, And we will both together to the Tower,
[1750]
Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly.
Mess. Ile goe, my Lord, and tell him what you say. Exit. Enter Catesby. Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord. Hast. Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring: What newes, what newes, in this our tott'ring State? Cates.
[1755]
It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord: And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright, Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.
Hast. How weare the Garland? Doest thou meane the Crowne? Cates.
[1760]
I, my good Lord.
Hast. Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders, Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis‑plac'd: But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it? Cates. I, on my life, and hopes to find you forward,
[1765]
Vpon his partie, for the gaine thereof: And thereupon he sends you this good newes, That this same very day your enemies, The Kindred of the Queene, must dye at Pomfret.
Hast. Indeed I am no mourner for that newes,
[1770]
Because they haue beene still my aduersaries: But, that Ile giue my voice on Richards side, To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent, God knowes I will not doe it, to the death.
Cates. God keepe your Lordship in that gracious minde. Hast.
[1775]
But I shall laugh at this a twelue‑month hence, That they which brought me in my Masters hate, I liue to looke vpon their Tragedie. Well Catesby, ere a fort‑night make me older, Ile send some packing, that yet thinke not on't.
Cates.
[1780]
'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord, When men are vnprepar'd, and looke not for it.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Riuers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill doe With some men else, that thinke themselues as safe
[1785]
As thou and I, who (as thou know'st) are deare To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Cates. The Princes both make high account of you, For they account his Head vpon the Bridge. Hast. I know they doe, and I haue well deseru'd it. Enter Lord Stanley.
[1790]
Come on, come on, where is your Bore‑speare man? Feare you the Bore, and goe so vnprouided?
Stan. My Lord good morrow, good morrow Catesby: You may ieast on, but by the holy Rood, I doe not like these seuerall Councels, I. Hast.
[1795]
My Lord, I hold my Life as deare as yours, And neuer in my dayes, I doe protest, Was it so precious to me, as 'tis now: Thinke you, but that I know our state secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?
Sta.
[1800]
The Lords at Pomfret, whē they rode from London, Were iocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, And they indeed had no cause to mistrust: But yet you see, how soone the Day o're‑cast. This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt:
[1805]
Pray God (I say) I proue a needlesse Coward. What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
Hast. Come, come, haue with you: Wot you what, my Lord, To day the Lords you talke of, are beheaded. Sta.
[1810]
They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads, Then some that haue accus'd them, weare their Hats. But come, my Lord, let's away.
Enter a Pursuiuant. Hast. Goe on before, Ile talke with this good fellow. Exit Lord Stanley, and Catesby. How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee? Purs.
[1815]
The better, that your Lordship please to aske.
Hast. I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now, Then when thou met'st me last, where now we meet: Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower, By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes.
[1820]
But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy selfe) This day those Enemies are put to death, And I in better state then ere I was.
Purs. God hold it, to your Honors good content. Hast. Gramercie fellow: there, drinke that for me. Throwes him his Purse. Purs.
[1825]
I thanke your Honor.
Exit Pursuiuant. Enter a Priest. Priest. Well met, my Lord, I am glad to see your Ho­ nor. Hast. I thanke thee, good Sir Iohn, with all my heart. I am in your debt, for your last Exercise: Come the next Sabboth, and I will content you. Priest.
[1830]
Ile wait vpon your Lordship.
Enter Buckingham. Buc. What, talking with a Priest, Lord Chamberlaine? Your friends at Pomfret, they doe need the Priest, Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand. Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
[1835]
The men you talke of, came into my minde. What, goe you toward the Tower?
Buc. I doe, my Lord, but long I cannot stay there: I shall returne before your Lordship, thence. Hast. Nay like enough, for I stay Dinner there. Buc.
[1840]
And Supper too, although thou know'st it not. Come, will you goe?
Hast. Ile wait vpon your Lordship. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="1742">Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance.</l>
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      <l n="1744">To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.</l>
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      <l n="1752">Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1753">Good morrow<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, you are early stirring:</l>
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      <l n="1757">Till<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>weare the Garland of the Realme.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1758">How weare the Garland?</l>
      <l n="1759">Doest thou meane the Crowne?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1760">I, my good Lord.</l>
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      <l n="1761">Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
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      <l n="1765">Vpon his partie, for the gaine thereof:</l>
      <l n="1766">And thereupon he sends you this good newes,</l>
      <l n="1767">That this same very day your enemies,</l>
      <l n="1768">The Kindred of the Queene, must dye at Pomfret.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1769">Indeed I am no mourner for that newes,</l>
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      <l n="1772">To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent,</l>
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      <l n="1780">'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1787">The Princes both make high account of you,</l>
      <l n="1788">For they account his Head vpon the Bridge.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1789">I know they doe, and I haue well deseru'd it.</l>
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      <l n="1790">Come on, come on, where is your Bore‑speare man?</l>
      <l n="1791">Feare you the Bore, and goe so vnprouided?</l>
   </sp>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Stan.</speaker>
      <l n="1792">My Lord good morrow, good morrow<hi rend="italic">Catesby:</hi>
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      <l n="1793">You may ieast on, but by the holy Rood,</l>
      <l n="1794">I doe not like these seuerall Councels, I.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1795">My Lord, I hold my Life as deare as yours,</l>
      <l n="1796">And neuer in my dayes, I doe protest,</l>
      <l n="1797">Was it so precious to me, as 'tis now:</l>
      <l n="1798">Thinke you, but that I know our state secure,</l>
      <l n="1799">I would be so triumphant as I am?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sta.</speaker>
      <l n="1800">The Lords at Pomfret, whē they rode from London,</l>
      <l n="1801">Were iocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,</l>
      <l n="1802">And they indeed had no cause to mistrust:</l>
      <l n="1803">But yet you see, how soone the Day o're‑cast.</l>
      <l n="1804">This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt:</l>
      <l n="1805">Pray God (I say) I proue a needlesse Coward.</l>
      <l n="1806">What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1807">Come, come, haue with you:</l>
      <l n="1808">Wot you what, my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1809">To day the Lords you talke of, are beheaded.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sta.</speaker>
      <l n="1810">They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads,</l>
      <l n="1811">Then some that haue accus'd them, weare their Hats.</l>
      <l n="1812">But come, my Lord, let's away.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Pursuiuant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1813">Goe on before, Ile talke with this good fellow.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Lord Stanley, and Catesby.</stage>
      <l n="1814">How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-pur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Purs.</speaker>
      <l n="1815">The better, that your Lordship please to aske.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1816">I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now,</l>
      <l n="1817">Then when thou met'st me last, where now we meet:</l>
      <l n="1818">Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower,</l>
      <l n="1819">By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes.</l>
      <l n="1820">But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy selfe)</l>
      <l n="1821">This day those Enemies are put to death,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1822">And I in better state then ere I was.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-pur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Purs.</speaker>
      <l n="1823">God hold it, to your Honors good content.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1824">Gramercie fellow: there, drinke that for me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Throwes him his Purse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-pur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Purs.</speaker>
      <l n="1825">I thanke your Honor.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Pursuiuant.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Priest.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Priest.</speaker>
      <l n="1826">Well met, my Lord, I am glad to see your Ho­
      <lb/>nor.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1827">I thanke thee, good Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, with all my heart.</l>
      <l n="1828">I am in your debt, for your last Exercise:</l>
      <l n="1829">Come the next Sabboth, and I will content you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Priest.</speaker>
      <l n="1830">Ile wait vpon your Lordship.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Buckingham.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1831">What, talking with a Priest, Lord Chamberlaine?</l>
      <l n="1832">Your friends at Pomfret, they doe need the Priest,</l>
      <l n="1833">Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1834">Good faith, and when I met this holy man,</l>
      <l n="1835">The men you talke of, came into my minde.</l>
      <l n="1836">What, goe you toward the Tower?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1837">I doe, my Lord, but long I cannot stay there:</l>
      <l n="1838">I shall returne before your Lordship, thence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1839">Nay like enough, for I stay Dinner there.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1840">And Supper too, although thou know'st it not.</l>
      <l n="1841">Come, will you goe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-has">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="1842">Ile wait vpon your Lordship.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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