20561857But I disdaind it, and did scorne to flie,

20571858Three times to day, my footecloth horse did stumble,

20581859And startled when he lookt vpon the tower,

20591860As loath to beare me to the slaughterhouse.

20601861Oh, now I want the Priest that spake to me,

20611862I now repent I tolde the Pursiuant,

20621863As twere triumphing at mine enemies:

20631864How they at Pomfret bloudily were butcherd,

20641865And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour:

20651866Oh Margaret Margaret: now thy heauy curse,

20661867Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched head.

20671868Cat. Dispatch my Lo: the Duke would be at dinner:

20681869Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.

20691870Hast. O momentary state of worldly men,

20701871Which we more hunt for, then the grace of heauen:

20711872Who buildes his hopes in aire of your faire lookes,

20721873Liues like a drunken sayler on a mast,

20731874Ready with euery nod to tumble downe

20741875Into the fatall bowels of the deepe.

20791876Come leade me to the blocke, beare him my head,

20801877They smile at me that shortly shalbe dead. Exeunt.

20841879Glo. Come Cosen, canst thou quake and change thy co-(lour?

20861880Murther thy breath in middle of a word,

20871881And then beginne againe, and stop againe,

20881882As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror.

20891883Buc. Tut feare not me.

20901884I can counterfait the deepe Tragedian:

20911885Speake, and looke backe, and prie on euery side:

20921886Intending deepe suspition, gastly lookes

20931887Are at my seruice like inforced smiles,

20941888And both are ready in their offices

20951889To grace my stratagems. Enter Maior.

20971890Glo. Here comes the Maior.

2097.11891Buc. Let me alone to entertaine him. Lo: Maior,

21001892Glo. Looke to the drawbridge there.

21031893Buc. The reason we haue sent for you.

21021894Glo. Catesby ouerlooke the wals.