SCENE 3.Pomfret Castle
Enter SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF,with halberds,carrying the Nobles,RIVERS,GREY,and VAUGHAN,to death
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 bless 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 hereafter.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 to thee our guiltless blood to drink.GREY.Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,When she exclaim'd on Hastings,you,and I,For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.RIVERS.Then curs'd she Richard,then curs'd she Buckingham,Then curs'd she Hastings.O,remember,God,To hear her prayer 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 here embrace.Farewell,until we meet again in heaven.Exeunt
SCENE 4.London.The Tower
Enter BUCKINGHAM,DERBY,HASTINGS,the BISHOP of ELY,RATCLIFF,LOVEL,with others and seat themselves at a table
HASTINGS.Now,noble peers,the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation.In God's name speak-when is the royal day?BUCKINGHAM.Is all things ready for the 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 noble Duke?BISHOP OF ELY.Your Grace,we think,should soonest know his mind.BUCKINGHAM.We know each other's faces;for our hearts,He knows no more of mine than I of yours;Or I of his,my lord,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 honourable 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.
Enter GLOUCESTER
BISHOP OF ELY.In happy time,here comes the Duke himself.GLOUCESTER.My noble lords and cousins an,good morrow.I have been long a sleeper,but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.BUCKINGHAM.Had you not come upon your cue,my lord,WILLIAM Lord Hastings had pronounc'd 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.My lord of Ely,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.Exit GLOUCESTER.Cousin of Buckingham,a word with you.[Takes him aside]Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,And finds the testy gentleman so hot That he will lose his head ere give consent His master's child,as worshipfully he terms it,Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.BUCKINGHAM.Withdraw yourself awhile;I'll go with you.Exeunt GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM DERBY.We have not yet set down this day of triumph.To-morrow,in my judgment,is too sudden;For I myself am not so well provided As else I would be,were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter the BISHOP OF ELY
BISHOP OF ELY.Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester?I have sent for these strawberries.HASTINGS.His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning;There's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit.I think there's never a man in Christendom Can lesser 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 livelihood 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.
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 princely presence To doom th'offenders,whosoe'er they be.I say,my lord,they have deserved death.GLOUCESTER.Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.Look 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 deed,my noble lord-GLOUCESTER.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 Ratcliff,look that it be done.The rest that love me,rise and follow me.Exeunt all but HASTINGS,LOVEL,and RATCLIFF 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 our helms,And I did scorn it and disdain to fly.Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,And started when he look'd upon the Tower,As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.