Act 3, Scene 2
Before Lord Hastings’ house.
- Enter a Messenger to the door of Hastings.
- My lord! My lord!
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- Who knocks?
- One from the Lord Stanley.
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- What is’t a’ clock?
- Upon the stroke of four.
- Enter Lord Hastings.
- Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep these tedious nights?
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- So it appears by that I have to say:
- First, he commends him to your noble self.
- What then?
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- Then certifies your lordship that this night
- He dreamt the boar had rased off his helm.
- Besides, he says there are two Councils kept;
- 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 lordship’s pleasure,
- If you will presently take horse with him,
- And with all speed post with him toward the north,
- To shun the danger that his soul divines.
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- Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord,
- Bid him not fear the separated Council:
- His honor and myself are at the one,
- And at the other is my good friend Catesby;
- Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
- Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
- Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance;
- And for his dreams, I wonder he’s so simple
- To trust the mock’ry of unquiet slumbers.
- To fly the boar before the boar pursues
- Were to incense the boar to follow us,
- And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
- Go, bid thy master rise and come to me,
- And we will both together to the Tower,
- Where he shall see the boar will use us kindly.
- I’ll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.
- Enter Catesby.
- Many good morrows to my noble lord!
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- Good morrow, Catesby, you are early stirring.
- What news, what news, in this our tott’ring state?
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- It is a reeling world indeed, my lord,
- And I believe will never stand upright
- Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
- How? Wear the garland? Dost thou mean the crown?
- Ay, my good lord.
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- I’ll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
- Before I’ll see the crown so foul misplac’d.
- But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
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- Ay, on my life, and hopes to find you forward
- Upon his party for the gain thereof;
- And thereupon he sends you this good news,
- That this same very day your enemies,
- The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.
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- Indeed I am no mourner for that news,
- Because they have been still my adversaries;
- But that I’ll give my voice on Richard’s side
- To bar my master’s heirs in true descent,
- God knows I will not do it, to the death!
- God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
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- But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence,
- That they which brought me in my master’s hate,
- I live to look upon their tragedy.
- Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
- I’ll send some packing that yet think not on’t.
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- ’Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
- When men are unprepar’d and look not for it.
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- O monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out
- With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so ’twill do
- With some men else, that think themselves as safe
- As thou and I, who (as thou know’st) are dear
- To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
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- The princes both make high account of you—
- For they account his head upon the bridge.
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- I know they do, and I have well deserv’d it.
- Enter Lord Stanley.
- Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?
- Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
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- My lord, good morrow, good morrow, Catesby.
- You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
- I do not like these several Councils, I.
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- My lord,
- I hold my life as dear as you do yours,
- And never in my days, I do protest,
- Was it so precious to me as ’tis now.
- Think you, but that I know our state secure,
- I would be so triumphant as I am?
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- The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
- Were jocund, and suppos’d their states were sure,
- And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;
- But yet you see how soon the day o’ercast.
- This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt;
- Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
- What, shall we toward the Tower? The day is spent.
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- Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?
- Today the lords you talk’d of are beheaded.
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- They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
- Than some that have accus’d them wear their hats.
- But come, my lord, let’s away.
- Enter a Pursuivant, also named Hastings.
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- Go on before, I’ll talk with this good fellow.
- Exeunt Lord Stanley and Catesby.
- How now, sirrah? How goes the world with thee?
- The better that your lordship please to ask.
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- I tell thee, man, ’tis better with me now
- Than when thou met’st me last where now we meet.
- Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
- By the suggestion of the Queen’s allies;
- But now I tell thee (keep it to thyself)
- This day those enemies are put to death,
- And I in better state than e’er I was.
- God hold it, to your honor’s good content!
- Gramercy, fellow. There, drink that for me.
- Throws him his purse.
- I thank your honor.
- Exit Pursuivant.
- Enter Sir John, a Priest.
- Well met, my lord, I am glad to see your honor.
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- I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
- I am in your debt for your last exercise;
- Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
- He whispers in his ear.
- I’ll wait upon your lordship.
- Enter Buckingham.
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- What, talking with a priest, Lord Chamberlain?
- Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest,
- Your honor hath no shriving work in hand.
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- Good faith, and when I met this holy man
- The men you talk of came into my mind.
- What, go you toward the Tower?
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- I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there.
- I shall return before your lordship thence.
- Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
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- And supper too, although thou know’st it not.—
- Come, will you go?
- I’ll wait upon your lordship.