The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
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Yorke.
What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?
What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?
Prince.
My Lord Protector will haue it so.
My Lord Protector will haue it so.
Yorke.
I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower.
I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower.
Glo.
Why, what should you feare?
Why, what should you feare?
Yorke.
Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost:
My Grandam told me he was murther'd there.
Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost:
My Grandam told me he was murther'd there.
Prince.
I feare no Vnckles dead.
I feare no Vnckles dead.
Glo.
Nor none that liue, I hope.
Nor none that liue, I hope.
Prince.
And if they liue, I hope I need not feare.
But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart,
Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.
And if they liue, I hope I need not feare.
But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart,
Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.
A Senet. Exeunt Prince, Yorke, Hastings, and Dorset.
Manet Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby.
Buck.
Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke
Was not incensed by his subtile Mother,
To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?
Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke
Was not incensed by his subtile Mother,
To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?
Glo.
No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy,
Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:
Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.
No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy,
Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:
Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.
Buck.
Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby,
Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,
As closely to conceale what we impart:
Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.
What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter,
To make William Lord Hastings of our minde,
For the installment of this Noble Duke
In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?
Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby,
Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,
As closely to conceale what we impart:
Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.
What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter,
To make William Lord Hastings of our minde,
For the installment of this Noble Duke
In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?
Cates.
He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,
That he will not be wonne to ought against him.
He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,
That he will not be wonne to ought against him.
Buck.
What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not hee?
What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not hee?
Cates.
Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth.
Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth.
Buck.
Well then, no more but this:
Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,
Sound thou Lord Hastings,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose,
And summon him to morrow to the Tower,
To sit about the Coronation.
If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,
Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke,
And giue vs notice of his inclination:
For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd.
Well then, no more but this:
Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,
Sound thou Lord Hastings,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose,
And summon him to morrow to the Tower,
To sit about the Coronation.
If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,
Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke,
And giue vs notice of his inclination:
For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd.
Rich.
Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries
To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,
And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more.
Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries
To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,
And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more.
Buck.
Good Catesby, goe effect this businesse soundly.
Good Catesby, goe effect this businesse soundly.
Cates.
My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Rich.
Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we sleepe?
Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we sleepe?
Cates.
You shall, my Lord.
You shall, my Lord.
Rich.
At Crosby House, there shall you find vs both.
Exit Catesby.
At Crosby House, there shall you find vs both.
Exit Catesby.
Buck.
Now, my Lord,
What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue
Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots?
Now, my Lord,
What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue
Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots?
Rich.
Chop off his Head:
Something wee will determine:
And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me
The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.
Chop off his Head:
Something wee will determine:
And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me
The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.
Buck.
Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand.
Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand.
Rich.
And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse.
Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards
Exeunt.Wee may digest our complots in some forme.
And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse.
Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards
Exeunt.Wee may digest our complots in some forme.
Scena Secunda.
Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings.
Mess.
My Lord, my Lord.
My Lord, my Lord.
Hast.
Who knockes?
Who knockes?
Mess.
One from the Lord Stanley.
One from the Lord Stanley.
Hast.
What is't a Clocke?
What is't a Clocke?
Mess.
Vpon the stroke of foure.
Vpon the stroke of foure.
Enter Lord Hastings.
Hast.
Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights?
Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights?
Mess.
So it appeares, by that I haue to say:
First, he commends him to your Noble selfe.
So it appeares, by that I haue to say:
First, he commends him to your Noble selfe.
Hast.
What then?
What then?
Mess.
Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme:
Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.
Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure,
If you will presently take Horse with him,
And with all speed post with him toward the North,
To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.
Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme:
Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.
Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure,
If you will presently take Horse with him,
And with all speed post with him toward the North,
To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.
Hast.
Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord,
Bid him not feare the seperated Councell:
His Honor and my selfe are at the one,
And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs,
Whereof I shall not haue intelligence:
Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance.
And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple,
To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.
To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues,
Were to incense the Bore to follow vs,
And make pursuit, where he did meane no chase.
Goe, bid thy Master rise, and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly.
Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord,
Bid him not feare the seperated Councell:
His Honor and my selfe are at the one,
And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs,
Whereof I shall not haue intelligence:
Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance.
And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple,
To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.
To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues,
Were to incense the Bore to follow vs,
And make pursuit, where he did meane no chase.
Goe, bid thy Master rise, and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly.
Mess.
Ile goe, my Lord, and tell him what you say.
Exit.
Ile goe, my Lord, and tell him what you say.
Exit.
Enter Catesby.
Cates.
Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord.
Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord.
Hast.
Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring:
What newes, what newes, in this our tott'ring State?
Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring:
What newes, what newes, in this our tott'ring State?
Cates.
It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord:
And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright,
Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.
It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord:
And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright,
Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.
Hast.
How weare the Garland?
Doest thou meane the Crowne?
How weare the Garland?
Doest thou meane the Crowne?
Cates.
I, my good Lord.
I, my good Lord.
Hast.
Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders,
Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis-plac'd:
But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it?
Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders,
Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis-plac'd:
But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it?
Cates. I,
