Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
Pr. I'll wait upon your lordship.
Enter Buckingham.
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain? 112
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest:
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind. 116
What, go you toward the Tower?
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there:
I shall return before your lordship thence.
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. 120
Buck. [Aside.| And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
Come, will you go?
Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship.
Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Pomfret. Before the Castle]
Riv. 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! 4
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
112 talking; cf. n.
114 shriving; cf. n.
Scene Three S. d. Cf. n.
