To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;
And bid my lord, for joy of this good news, 184
Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
Rich. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? 188
Cate. You shall, my lord.
Rich. At Crosby House, there shall you find us both.
Exit Catesby.
Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? 192
Rich. Chop off his head; something we will determine:
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables
Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. 196
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand.
Rich. And look to have it yielded with all kindness.
Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards
We may digest our complots in some form. 200
Exeunt.
Scene Two
[The Same. Before Lord Hastings' House]
Enter a Messenger to the door of Hastings.
Mess. [Knocking.] My lord! my lord!
Hast. [Within.] Who knocks?
Mess. One from the Lord Stanley.
Hast. [Within.] What is ’t o'clock? 4
185 Mistress Shore: cf. n.
192 complots: plots, conspiracies
195, 196 Cf. n.
195 moveables: personal property