1795Mess. My Lord, my Lord.

1796Hast. Who knockes?

1797Mess. One from the Lord Stanley.

1798Hast. What is't a Clocke?

1799Mess. Vpon the stroke of foure.

1801Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious

1802Nights?

1803Mess. So it appeares, by that I haue to say:

1804First, he commends him to your Noble selfe.

1805Hast. What then?

1806Mess. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night

1807He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme:

1808Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;

1809And that may be determin'd at the one,

1810Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.

1811Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure,

1812If you will presently take Horse with him,

1813And with all speed post with him toward the North,

1814To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.

1815Hast. Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord,

1816Bid him not feare the seperated Councell:

1817His Honor and my selfe are at the one,

1818And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;

1819Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs,

1820Whereof I shall not haue intelligence:

1821Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance.

1822And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple,

1823To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.

1824To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues,

1825Were to incense the Bore to follow vs,

1826And make pursuit, where he did meane no chase.

1827Goe, bid thy Master rise, and come to me,

1828And we will both together to the Tower,

1829Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly.

1830Mess. Ile goe, my Lord, and tell him what you say.

1833Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord.

1834Hast. Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring:

1835What newes, what newes, in this our tott'ring State?

1836Cates. It is a reeling World indeed, my Lord:

1837And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright,

1838Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.

1839Hast. How weare the Garland?

1840Doest thou meane the Crowne?

1841Cates. I, my good Lord.

1842Hast. Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frõ my shoulders,

1843Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis-plac'd:

1844But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it?

1845Cates. I, on my life, and hopes to find you forward,

1846Vpon his partie, for the gaine thereof:

1847And thereupon he sends you this good newes,

1848That this same very day your enemies,

1849The Kindred of the Queene, must dye at Pomfret.

1850Hast. Indeed I am no mourner for that newes,

1851Because they haue beene still my aduersaries:

1852But, that Ile giue my voice on Richards side,

1853To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent,

1854God knowes I will not doe it, to the death.

1855Cates. God keepe your Lordship in that gracious

1856minde.

1857Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelue-month hence,

1858That they which brought me in my Masters hate,

1859I liue to looke vpon their Tragedie.

1860Well Catesby, ere a fort-night make me older,

1861Ile send some packing, that yet thinke not on't.

1862Cates. 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,

1863When men are vnprepar'd, and looke not for it.

1864Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out

1865With Riuers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill doe

1866With some men else, that thinke themselues as safe

1867As thou and I, who (as thou know'st) are deare

1868To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham.

1869Cates. The Princes both make high account of you,

1870For they account his Head vpon the Bridge.

1871Hast. I know they doe, and I haue well deseru'd it.

1873Come on, come on, where is your Bore-speare man?

1874Feare you the Bore, and goe so vnprouided?

1875Stan. My Lord good morrow, good morrow Catesby:

1876You may ieast on, but by the holy Rood,

1877I doe not like these seuerall Councels, I.

1878Hast. My Lord, I hold my Life as deare as yours,

1879And neuer in my dayes, I doe protest,

1880Was it so precious to me, as 'tis now:

1881Thinke you, but that I know our state secure,

1882I would be so triumphant as I am?

1883Sta. The Lords at Pomfret, whẽ they rode from London,

1884Were iocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,

1885And they indeed had no cause to mistrust:

1886But yet you see, how soone the Day o're-cast.

1887This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt:

1888Pray God (I say) I proue a needlesse Coward.

1889What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.

1890Hast. Come, come, haue with you:

1891Wot you what, my Lord,

1892To day the Lords you talke of, are beheaded.

1893Sta. They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads,

1894Then some that haue accus'd them, weare their Hats.

1895But come, my Lord, let's away.

1897Hast. Goe on before, Ile talke with this good fellow.

1899How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee?

1900Purs. The better, that your Lordship please to aske.

1901Hast. I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now,

1902Then when thou met'st me last, where now we meet:

1903Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower,

1904By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes.

1905But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy selfe)

1906This day those Enemies are put to death,

1907And I in better state then ere I was.

1908Purs. God hold it, to your Honors good content.

1909Hast. Gramercie fellow: there, drinke that for me.

1911Purs. I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant.

1913Priest. Well met, my Lord, I am glad to see your Ho-

1914nor.

1915Hast. I thanke thee, good Sir Iohn, with all my heart.

1916I am in your debt, for your last Exercise:

1917Come the next Sabboth, and I will content you.

1918Priest. Ile wait vpon your Lordship.

1920Buc. What, talking with a Priest, Lord Chamberlaine?

1921Your friends at Pomfret, they doe need the Priest,

1922Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand.

1923Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,

1924The men you talke of, came into my minde.

1925What, goe you toward the Tower?

1926Buc. I doe, my Lord, but long I cannot stay there:

1927I shall returne before your Lordship, thence.

1928Hast. Nay like enough, for I stay Dinner there.

1929Buc. And Supper too, although thou know'st it not.

1930Come, will you goe?

1931Hast. Ile wait vpon your Lordship. Exeunt.