Act III, Scene 3 Pomfret Castle.
Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds,
|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.|
|RIVERS||O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
Richard the second here was hack'd to death;
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
|GREY||Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
|RIVERS||Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,
Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us
And for my sister and her princely sons,
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.
|RATCLIFF||Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.|
|RIVERS||Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:
And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.
DERBY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP OF
ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, with others, and take their
seats at a table
|HASTINGS||My lords, at once: the cause why we are met
Is, to determine of the coronation.
In God's name, speak: when is the royal day?
|BUCKINGHAM||Are all things fitting for that royal time?|
|DERBY||It is, and wants but nomination.|
|BISHOP OF ELY||To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.|
|BUCKINGHAM||Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
Who is most inward with the royal duke?
|BISHOP OF ELY||Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.|
|BUCKINGHAM||Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces,
But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine,
Than I of yours;
Nor I no more of his, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
|HASTINGS||I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
But, for his purpose in the coronation.
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein:
But you, my noble lords, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
|BISHOP OF ELY||Now in good time, here comes the duke himself.|
|GLOUCESTER||My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
I have been long a sleeper; but, I hope,
My absence doth neglect no great designs,
Which by my presence might have been concluded.
|BUCKINGHAM||Had not you come upon your cue, my lord
William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part,--
I mean, your voice,--for crowning of the king.
|GLOUCESTER||Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder;
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
|HASTINGS||I thank your grace.|
|GLOUCESTER||My lord of Ely!|
|BISHOP OF ELY||My lord?|
|GLOUCESTER||When I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there
I do beseech you send for some of them.
|BISHOP OF ELY||Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.|
|GLOUCESTER||Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.|
|[Drawing him aside]|
|Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
As he will lose his head ere give consent
His master's son, as worshipful as he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
|BUCKINGHAM||Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.|
|[Exit GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM following]|
|DERBY||We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
To-morrow, in mine opinion, is too sudden;
For I myself am not so well provided
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
|[Re-enter BISHOP OF ELY]|
|BISHOP OF ELY||Where is my lord protector? I have sent for these
|HASTINGS||His grace looks cheerfully and smooth to-day;
There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.
I think there's never a man in Christendom
That can less hide his love or hate than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
|DERBY||What of his heart perceive you in his face
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
|HASTINGS||Marry, that with no man here he is offended;
For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
|DERBY||I pray God he be not, I say.|
|[Re-enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM]|
|GLOUCESTER||I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?
|HASTINGS||The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble presence
To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
|GLOUCESTER||Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:
See how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
|HASTINGS||If they have done this thing, my gracious lord--|
|GLOUCESTER||If I thou protector of this damned strumpet--
Tellest thou 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 Ratcliff, look that it be done:
The rest, that love me, rise and follow me.
|[Exeunt all but HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and LOVEL]|
|HASTINGS||Woe, woe for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
Stanley did dream the boar did raze 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 'twere triumphing at mine enemies,
How they 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 Hastings' wretched head!
|RATCLIFF||Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
|HASTINGS||O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
|LOVEL||Come, come, dispatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.|
|HASTINGS||O 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 that shortly shall be dead.
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|Full Text||Act III, Scene 3 Pomfret Castle./ Act III, Scene 4 The Tower of London|
|Act I, Scene 1 London. A street.||Act III, Scene 5 The Tower-walls.|
|Act I, Scene 2 The same. Another street.||Act III, Scene 6 The same./ Act III, Scene 7 Baynard's Castle.|
|Act I, Scene 3 The palace.||Act IV, Scene 1 Before the Tower.|
|Act I, Scene 4 London. The Tower.||Act IV, Scene 2 London. The palace.|
|Act II, Scene 1 London. The palace.||Act IV, Scene 3 The same.|
|Act II, Scene 2 The palace.||Act IV, Scene 4 Before the palace./ Act IV, Scene 5 Lord Derby's house.|
|Act II, Scene 3 London. A street.||Act V, Scene 1 Salisbury. An open place./Act V, Scene 2 The camp near Tamworth.|
|Act II, Scene 4 London. The palace.||Act V, Scene 3 Bosworth Field.|
|Act III, Scene 1 London. A street.||Act V, Scene 4 Another part of the field./Act V, Scene 5 Another part of the field|
|Act III, Scene 2 Before Lord Hastings' house.|
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