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ACT III - SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' house.
Enter a Messenger

Messenger
1    What, ho! my lord!
HASTINGS
Within
2     Who knocks at the door?
Messenger
3    A messenger from the Lord Stanley.
Enter HASTINGS

HASTINGS
4    What is't o'clock?
Messenger
5    Upon the stroke of four.
HASTINGS
6    Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?
Messenger
7    So it should seem by that I have to say.
8    First, he commends him to your noble lordship.
HASTINGS
9    And then?
Messenger
10   And then he sends you word
11   He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm:
12   Besides, he says there are two councils held;
13   And that may be determined at the one
14   which may make you and him to rue at the other.
15   Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,
16   If presently you will take horse with him,
17   And with all speed post with him toward the north,
18   To shun the danger that his soul divines.
HASTINGS
19   Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
20   Bid him not fear the separated councils
21   His honour and myself are at the one,
22   And at the other is my servant Catesby
23   Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
24   Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
25   Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance:
26   And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond
27   To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers
28   To fly the boar before the boar pursues,
29   Were to incense the boar to follow us
30   And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
31   Go, bid thy master rise and come to me
32   And we will both together to the Tower,
33   Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
Messenger
34   My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.
Exit

Enter CATESBY

CATESBY
35   Many good morrows to my noble lord!
HASTINGS
36   Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring
37   What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
CATESBY
38   It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
39   And I believe twill never stand upright
40   Tim Richard wear the garland of the realm.
HASTINGS
41   How! wear the garland! dost thou mean the crown?
CATESBY
42   Ay, my good lord.
HASTINGS
43   I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
44   Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced.
45   But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
CATESBY
46   Ay, on my life; and hopes to find forward
47   Upon his party for the gain thereof:
48   And thereupon he sends you this good news,
49   That this same very day your enemies,
50   The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
HASTINGS
51   Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
52   Because they have been still mine enemies:
53   But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
54   To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
55   God knows I will not do it, to the death.
CATESBY
56   God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
HASTINGS
57   But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,
58   That they who brought me in my master's hate
59   I live to look upon their tragedy.
60   I tell thee, Catesby--
CATESBY
61   What, my lord?
HASTINGS
62   Ere a fortnight make me elder,
63   I'll send some packing that yet think not on it.
CATESBY
64   'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
65   When men are unprepared and look not for it.
HASTINGS
66   O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out
67   With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do
68   With some men else, who think themselves as safe
69   As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
70   To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
CATESBY
71   The princes both make high account of you;
Aside
72   For they account his head upon the bridge.
HASTINGS
73   I know they do; and I have well deserved it.
Enter STANLEY
74   Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
75   Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
STANLEY
76   My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby:
77   You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
78   I do not like these several councils, I.
HASTINGS
79   My lord,
80   I hold my life as dear as you do yours;
81   And never in my life, I do protest,
82   Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
83   Think you, but that I know our state secure,
84   I would be so triumphant as I am?
STANLEY
85   The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
86   Were jocund, and supposed their state was sure,
87   And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;
88   But yet, you see how soon the day o'ercast.
89   This sudden stag of rancour I misdoubt:
90   Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
91   What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
HASTINGS
92   Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?
93   To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
LORD STANLEY
94   They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
95   Than some that have accused them wear their hats.
96   But come, my lord, let us away.
Enter a Pursuivant

HASTINGS
97   Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY
98   How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
Pursuivant
99   The better that your lordship please to ask.
HASTINGS
100  I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now
101  Than when I met thee last where now we meet:
102  Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
103  By the suggestion of the queen's allies;
104  But now, I tell thee--keep it to thyself--
105  This day those enemies are put to death,
106  And I in better state than e'er I was.
Pursuivant
107  God hold it, to your honour's good content!
HASTINGS
108  Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.
Throws him his purse

Pursuivant
109  God save your lordship!
Exit

Enter a Priest

Priest
110  Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS
111  I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
112  I am in your debt for your last exercise;
113  Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
He whispers in his ear

Enter BUCKINGHAM

BUCKINGHAM
114  What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?
115  Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
116  Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
HASTINGS
117  Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
118  Those men you talk of came into my mind.
119  What, go you toward the Tower?
BUCKINGHAM
120  I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay
121  I shall return before your lordship thence.
HASTINGS
122  'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCKINGHAM
Aside
123   And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
124  Come, will you go?
HASTINGS
125  I'll wait upon your lordship.
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT II
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI
  • SCENE VII


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V

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