My lords, at once the cause why we are met

3.4.319681775Is to determine of the coronation.

3.4.419691776In God's name say, when is this royal day?

Are all things fitting for that royal time?

It is, and wants but nomination.

Tomorrow then I guess a happy time.

Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein?

3.4.919741781Who is most inward with the noble Duke?

Why you, my lord; methinks you should soonest know his 1976mind.

Who I, my lord? We know each other's faces,

3.4.1219781784But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine

3.4.1319791785Than I of yours; nor I no more of his than you of mine.

3.4.1419801786Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

I thank his grace, I know he loves me well,

3.4.1619821788But for his purpose in the coronation,

3.4.1719831789I have not sounded him nor he delivered

3.4.1819841790His grace's pleasure any way therein:

3.4.1919851791But you my noble lords may name the time

3.4.2019861792And in the Duke's behalf I'll give my voice,

3.4.2119871793Which I presume he will take in gentle part.

Now in good time, here comes the Duke himself.

My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow,

3.4.2519911796I have been long a sleeper, but I hope

3.4.2619921797My absence doth neglect no great designs

3.4.2719931798Which by my presence might have been concluded.

Had not you come upon your cue, my lord,

3.4.2919951800William Lord Hastings had now pronounced your part --

3.4.3019961801I mean, your voice for crowning of the King.

Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder:

3.4.3219981803His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.

I thank your grace.

My Lord of Ely.

My lord?

When I was last in Holborn

3.4.3720001807I saw good strawberries in your garden there.

3.4.3820011808I do beseech you, send for some of them.

I go, my lord.

Cousin Buckingham, a word with you.

3.4.4320051811Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business

3.4.4420061812And finds the testy gentleman so hot,

3.4.4520071813As he will lose his head ere give consent

3.4.4620081814His master's son as, worshipful, he terms it,

3.4.4720091815Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.

We have not yet set down this day of triumph.

3.4.5120131818Tomorrow in mine opinion is too sudden

3.4.5220141819For I myself am not so well provided

3.4.5420151820As else I would be were the day prolonged.

Where is my Lord Protector? 2018I have sent for these strawberries.

His grace looks cheerfully and smooth today;

3.4.5720201823There's some conceit or other likes him well

3.4.5820211824When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.

3.4.5920221825I think there is never a man in Christendom

3.4.6020231826That can lesser hide his love or hate than he,

3.4.6120241827For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

What of his heart perceive you in his face

3.4.6320261829By any likelihood he showed today?

Marry, that with no man here he is offended,

3.4.6520281831For if he were, he would have shown it in his looks.

I pray God he be not, I say.

I pray you all, what do they deserve

3.4.6920311834That do conspire my death with devilish plots

3.4.7020321835Of damnèd witchcraft, and that have prevailed,

3.4.7120331836Upon my body with their hellish charms?

The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,

3.4.7320351838Makes me most forward in this noble presence

3.4.7420361839To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be.

3.4.7520371840I say my lord, they have deservèd death.

Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:

3.4.7720391842See how I am bewitched: behold mine arm

3.4.7820401843Is like a blasted sapling withered up.

3.4.7920411844This is that Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,

3.4.8020421845Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,

3.4.8120431846That by their witchcraft thus have markèd me.

If they have done this thing, my gracious lord --

If! Thou protector of this damnèd strumpet,

3.4.8420461849Tell'st thou me of ifs? Thou art a traitor.

3.4.8520471850Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul

3.4.8620481851I will not dine today, I swear,

3.4.8720491852Until I see the same. Some see it done,

3.4.8820501853The rest that love me, come and follow me.

Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me,

3.4.9120541855For I, too fond, might have prevented this.

3.4.9220551856Stanley did dream the boar did race his helm

3.4.9320561857But I disdained it and did scorn to fly.

3.4.9420571858Three times today my footcloth horse did stumble

3.4.9520581859And startled when he looked upon the Tower

3.4.9620591860As loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse.

3.4.9720601861Oh, now I want the priest that spake to me,

3.4.9820611862I now repent I told the pursuivant,

3.4.9920621863As 'twere triumphing at mine enemies,

3.4.10020631864How they at Pomfret bloodily were butchered,

3.4.10120641865And I myself secure in grace and favor.

3.4.10220651866O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse

3.4.10320661867Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.

Dispatch, my lord, the Duke would be at dinner:

3.4.10520681869Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.

O momentary state of worldly men

3.4.10720701871Which we more hunt for than the grace of heaven,

3.4.10820711872Who builds his hopes in air of your fair looks

3.4.10920721873Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,

3.4.11020731874Ready with every nod to tumble down

3.4.11120741875Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

3.4.11220791876Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head,

3.4.11320801877They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.