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YORK: I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
GLOUCESTER: He hath, my lord.
YORK: And therefore is he idle?
GLOUCESTER: O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK: Then is he more beholding to you than I.
GLOUCESTER: He may command me as my sovereign; But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
YORK: I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
GLOUCESTER: My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.
PRINCE EDWARD: A beggar, brother?
YORK: Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
GLOUCESTER: A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
YORK: A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it.
GLOUCESTER: A gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK: O, then, I see, you will part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
GLOUCESTER: It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
YORK: I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
GLOUCESTER: What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
YORK: I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
GLOUCESTER: How?
YORK: Little.
PRINCE EDWARD: My Lord of York will still be cross in talk: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
YORK: You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me: Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
BUCKINGHAM: With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning and so young is wonderful.
GLOUCESTER: My lord, will't please you pass along? Myself and my good cousin Buckingham Will to your mother, to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
YORK: What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
PRINCE EDWARD: My lord protector needs will have it so.
YORK: I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
GLOUCESTER: Why, what should you fear?
YORK: Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: My grandam told me he was murdered there.
PRINCE EDWARD: I fear no uncles dead.
GLOUCESTER: Nor none that live, I hope.
PRINCE EDWARD: 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.
BUCKINGHAM: Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
GLOUCESTER: No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.
BUCKINGHAM: Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend As closely to conceal what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons urged 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 seat royal of this famous isle?
CATESBY: He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him.
BUCKINGHAM: What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? what will he?
CATESBY: He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
BUCKINGHAM: Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby, And, as it were far off sound thou Lord Hastings, How doth he stand affected to our purpose; And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, To sit about the coronation. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and show him all our reasons: If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling, Be thou so too; and so break off your talk, And give us notice of his inclination: For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
GLOUCESTER: Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
BUCKINGHAM: Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
CATESBY: My good lords both, with all the heed I may.
GLOUCESTER: Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
CATESBY: You shall, my lord.
GLOUCESTER: At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
BUCKINGHAM: Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
GLOUCESTER: Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do: And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables Whereof the king my brother stood possess'd.
BUCKINGHAM: I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.
GLOUCESTER: And look to have it yielded with all willingness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form.
Messenger: What, ho! my lord!
HASTINGS:
Messenger: A messenger from the Lord Stanley.
HASTINGS: What is't o'clock?
Messenger: Upon the stroke of four.
HASTINGS: Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?
Messenger: So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship.
HASTINGS: And then?
Messenger: And then he sends you word He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; And that may be determined at the one which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure, If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.
HASTINGS: Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils His honour and myself are at the one, And at the other is my servant Catesby Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance: And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond To trust the mockery 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.
Messenger: My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.
CATESBY: Many good morrows to my noble lord!
HASTINGS: Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
CATESBY: It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; And I believe twill never stand upright Tim Richard wear the garland of the realm.
HASTINGS: How! wear the garland! dost thou mean the crown?
CATESBY: Ay, my good lord.
HASTINGS: I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
CATESBY: Ay, on my life; and hopes to find 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.
HASTINGS: Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Because they have been still mine enemies: 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.
CATESBY: God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
HASTINGS: But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence, That they who brought me in my master's hate I live to look upon their tragedy. I tell thee, Catesby--
CATESBY: What, my lord?
HASTINGS: Ere a fortnight make me elder, I'll send some packing that yet think not on it.
CATESBY: 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it.
HASTINGS: O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
CATESBY: The princes both make high account of you; For they account his head upon the bridge.
HASTINGS: I know they do; and I have well deserved it. Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
STANLEY: My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby: You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, I do not like these several councils, I.
HASTINGS: My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do 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 secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?
STANLEY: The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, Were jocund, and supposed their state was sure, And they indeed had no cause to mistrust; But yet, you see how soon the day o'ercast. This sudden stag of rancour I misdoubt: Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
HASTINGS: Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord? To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
LORD STANLEY: They, for their truth, might better wear their heads Than some that have accused them wear their hats. But come, my lord, let us away.
HASTINGS: Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow. How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
Pursuivant: The better that your lordship please to ask.
HASTINGS: I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now Than when I met thee 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.
Pursuivant: God hold it, to your honour's good content!
HASTINGS: Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.
Pursuivant: God save your lordship!
Priest: Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS: 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.
BUCKINGHAM: What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
HASTINGS: Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Those men you talk of came into my mind. What, go you toward the Tower?
BUCKINGHAM: I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay I shall return before your lordship thence.
HASTINGS: 'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCKINGHAM:
HASTINGS: I'll wait upon your lordship.
RATCLIFF: Come, bring forth the prisoners.
RIVERS: Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
GREY: God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!
VAUGHAN: You live that shall cry woe for this after.
RATCLIFF: Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

YORK: I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

GLOUCESTER: He hath, my lord.

YORK: And therefore is he idle?

GLOUCESTER: O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

YORK: Then is he more beholding to you than I.

GLOUCESTER: He may command me as my sovereign; But you have power in me as in a kinsman.

YORK: I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.

GLOUCESTER: My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.

PRINCE EDWARD: A beggar, brother?

YORK: Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.

GLOUCESTER: A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.

YORK: A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it.

GLOUCESTER: A gentle cousin, were it light enough.

YORK: O, then, I see, you will part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.

GLOUCESTER: It is too heavy for your grace to wear.

YORK: I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

GLOUCESTER: What, would you have my weapon, little lord?

YORK: I would, that I might thank you as you call me.

GLOUCESTER: How?

YORK: Little.

PRINCE EDWARD: My Lord of York will still be cross in talk: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

YORK: You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me: Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.

BUCKINGHAM: With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning and so young is wonderful.

GLOUCESTER: My lord, will't please you pass along? Myself and my good cousin Buckingham Will to your mother, to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

YORK: What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?

PRINCE EDWARD: My lord protector needs will have it so.

YORK: I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.

GLOUCESTER: Why, what should you fear?

YORK: Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: My grandam told me he was murdered there.

PRINCE EDWARD: I fear no uncles dead.

GLOUCESTER: Nor none that live, I hope.

PRINCE EDWARD: 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.

BUCKINGHAM: Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

GLOUCESTER: No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.

BUCKINGHAM: Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend As closely to conceal what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons urged 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 seat royal of this famous isle?

CATESBY: He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him.

BUCKINGHAM: What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? what will he?

CATESBY: He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

BUCKINGHAM: Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby, And, as it were far off sound thou Lord Hastings, How doth he stand affected to our purpose; And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, To sit about the coronation. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and show him all our reasons: If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling, Be thou so too; and so break off your talk, And give us notice of his inclination: For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.

GLOUCESTER: Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle; And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.

BUCKINGHAM: Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.

CATESBY: My good lords both, with all the heed I may.

GLOUCESTER: Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?

CATESBY: You shall, my lord.

GLOUCESTER: At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.

BUCKINGHAM: Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?

GLOUCESTER: Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do: And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables Whereof the king my brother stood possess'd.

BUCKINGHAM: I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.

GLOUCESTER: And look to have it yielded with all willingness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form.

Messenger: What, ho! my lord!

HASTINGS:

Messenger: A messenger from the Lord Stanley.

HASTINGS: What is't o'clock?

Messenger: Upon the stroke of four.

HASTINGS: Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?

Messenger: So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship.

HASTINGS: And then?

Messenger: And then he sends you word He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; And that may be determined at the one which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure, If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.

HASTINGS: Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils His honour and myself are at the one, And at the other is my servant Catesby Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance: And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond To trust the mockery 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.

Messenger: My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.

CATESBY: Many good morrows to my noble lord!

HASTINGS: Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring What news, what news, in this our tottering state?

CATESBY: It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; And I believe twill never stand upright Tim Richard wear the garland of the realm.

HASTINGS: How! wear the garland! dost thou mean the crown?

CATESBY: Ay, my good lord.

HASTINGS: I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

CATESBY: Ay, on my life; and hopes to find 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.

HASTINGS: Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Because they have been still mine enemies: 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.

CATESBY: God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!

HASTINGS: But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence, That they who brought me in my master's hate I live to look upon their tragedy. I tell thee, Catesby--

CATESBY: What, my lord?

HASTINGS: Ere a fortnight make me elder, I'll send some packing that yet think not on it.

CATESBY: 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it.

HASTINGS: O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

CATESBY: The princes both make high account of you; For they account his head upon the bridge.

HASTINGS: I know they do; and I have well deserved it. Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?

STANLEY: My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby: You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, I do not like these several councils, I.

HASTINGS: My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do 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 secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?

STANLEY: The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, Were jocund, and supposed their state was sure, And they indeed had no cause to mistrust; But yet, you see how soon the day o'ercast. This sudden stag of rancour I misdoubt: Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.

HASTINGS: Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord? To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.

LORD STANLEY: They, for their truth, might better wear their heads Than some that have accused them wear their hats. But come, my lord, let us away.

HASTINGS: Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow. How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?

Pursuivant: The better that your lordship please to ask.

HASTINGS: I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now Than when I met thee 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.

Pursuivant: God hold it, to your honour's good content!

HASTINGS: Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.

Pursuivant: God save your lordship!

Priest: Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.

HASTINGS: 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.

BUCKINGHAM: What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

HASTINGS: Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Those men you talk of came into my mind. What, go you toward the Tower?

BUCKINGHAM: I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay I shall return before your lordship thence.

HASTINGS: 'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.

BUCKINGHAM:

HASTINGS: I'll wait upon your lordship.

RATCLIFF: Come, bring forth the prisoners.

RIVERS: Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

GREY: God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!

VAUGHAN: You live that shall cry woe for this after.

RATCLIFF: Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.