[Knocking at the door.]What ho, my lord.

[Within.] Who knocks at the door?

A messenger from the Lord Stanley.

What's o'clock?

Upon the stroke of four.

Cannot thy master sleep these tedious 1802nights?

So it should seem by that I have to say:

3.2.918041634First he commends him to your noble lordship.

And then?

And then he sends you word

3.2.1218071636He dreamed tonight the boar had razed his helm.

3.2.1318081637Besides, he says there are two councils held,

3.2.1418091638And that may be determined at the one

3.2.1518101639Which may make you and him to rue at the other.

3.2.1618111640Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,

3.2.1718121641If presently you will take horse with him

3.2.1818131642And with all speed post into the north

3.2.1918141643To shun the danger that his soul divines.

Go fellow, go, return unto thy lord,

3.2.2118161645Bid him not fear the separated councils:

3.2.2218171646His honor and myself are at the one,

3.2.2318181647And at the other is my servant Catesby,

3.2.2418191648Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us

3.2.2518201649Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

3.2.2618211650Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance,

3.2.2718221651And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond

3.2.2818231652To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers;

3.2.2918241653To fly the boar before the boar pursues us

3.2.3018251654Were to incense the boar to follow us

3.2.3118261655And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.

3.2.3218271656Go bid thy master rise and come to me

3.2.3318281657And we will both together to the Tower

3.2.3418291658Where he shall see the boar will use us kindly.

My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.

Many good morrows to my noble lord.

Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring;

3.2.4018351662What news, what news in this our tottering state?

It is a reeling world indeed, my lord,

3.2.4218371664And I believe it will never stand upright

3.2.4318381665Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

How? Wear the garland? 1840Dost thou mean the crown?

Aye, my good lord.

I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders

3.2.4718431669Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced.

3.2.4818441670But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

Upon my life, my lord, and hopes to find you forward

3.2.5018461672Upon his party for the gain thereof,

3.2.5118471673And thereupon he sends you this good news,

3.2.5218481674That this same very day your enemies,

3.2.5318491675The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.

Indeed I am no mourner for that news

3.2.5518511677Because they have been still mine enemies;

3.2.5618521678But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side

3.2.5718531679To bar my master's heirs in true descent,

3.2.5818541680God knows I will not do it, to the death.

God keep your lordship in that gracious 1856mind.

But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence

3.2.6118581683That they who brought me in my master's hate,

3.2.6218591684I live to look upon their tragedy.

3.2.6318601685I tell thee Catesby.

What, my lord?

What, my lord? Ere a fortnight make me elder

3.2.651861I'll send some packing that yet think not on it.

'Tis a vile thing to die my gracious lord

3.2.6718631688When men are unprepared and look not for it.

Oh, monstrous, monstrous, and so falls it out

3.2.6918651690With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, and so 'twill do

3.2.7018661691With some men else, who think themselves as safe

3.2.7118671692As thou and I, who as thou knowest are dear

3.2.7218681693To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

The Princes both make high account of you,

3.2.7418701695[Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.

I know they do, and I have well deserved it.

3.2.7718731698What my lord, where is your boar spear, man?

3.2.7818741699Fear you the boar and go so unprovided?

My lord, good morrow; good morrow Catesby.

3.2.8018761701You may jest on: but by the holy rood

3.2.8118771702I do not like these several councils, I.

My lord I hold my life as dear as you do yours,

3.2.8318791704And never in my life I do protest

3.2.8418801705Was it more precious to me than it is now.

3.2.8518811706Think you, but that I know our state secure,

3.2.8618821707I would be so triumphant as I am?

The lords at Pomfret when they rode from London

3.2.8818841709Were jocund, and supposed their states was sure,

3.2.8918851710And they indeed had no cause to mistrust,

3.2.9018861711But yet you see how soon the day overcast.

3.2.9118871712This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt;

3.2.9218881713Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.

3.2.9318891714But come, my lord, shall we to the Tower?

I go -- 1891but stay, hear you not the news?

3.2.9518921716This day those men you talked of are beheaded.

They for their truth might better wear their heads

3.2.9718941718Than some that have accused them wear their hats.

3.2.9818951719But come my lord, let us away.

Go you before, I'll follow presently.

Well met Hastings, how goes the world with thee?

The better that it please your lordship to ask.

I tell thee fellow, 'tis better with me now

3.2.10519021724Than when I met thee last where now we meet:

3.2.10619031725Then was I going prisoner to the Tower

3.2.10719041726By the suggestion of the Queen's allies,

3.2.10819051727But now I tell thee -- keep it to thyself --

3.2.10919061728This day those enemies are put to death

3.2.11019071729And I in better state than ever I was.

God hold it to your Honor's good content.

Gramercy Hastings -- hold, spend thou that.

God save your lordship!

What Sir John, you are well met,

3.2.11819161734I am beholding to you for your last day's exercise;

3.2.11919171735Come the next Sabbath and I will content you.

How now Lord Chamberlain, what, talking with a priest?

3.2.12319211738Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;

3.2.12419221739Your honor hath no shriving work in hand.

Good faith, and when I met this holy man

3.2.12619241741Those men you talk of came into my mind.

3.2.12719251742What, go you to the Tower my lord?

I do, but long I shall not stay;

3.2.12919271744I shall return before your lordship thence.

'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.

[Aside] And supper too, although thou knowest it not.

3.2.13219301747Come shall we go along?