Mess.
My lord, my lord,— [Knocking.

Hast. [Within.]
—Who knocks?

Mess.
One from the lord Stanley.

Hast. [Within.]
What is't o'clock?

Mess.
Upon the stroke of four. Enter Hastings.

Hast.
Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?

Mess.
So it should seem by that I have to say.
First, he commends him to your noble lordship.

Hast.
And then,—

Mess.
And then he sends you word, he dreamt
To-night the boar had rased off his helm* ^{note 9 note}

Besides, he says, there are two councils held;
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at the other.
Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,—
If presently, you will take horse with him,
And with all speed post with him toward the north,
To shun the danger that his soul divines.

Hast.
Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Bid him not fear the separated councils:
His honour^{1 note}

And for his dreams—I wonder, he's so fond^{4 note}

To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar to follow us,
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.

Mess.
I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say. [Exit. Enter Catesby.

Cate.
Many good morrows to my noble lord!

Hast.
Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring:
What news, what news, in this our tottering state?

Cate.
It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
And, I believe, will never stand upright,
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.

Hast.
How! wear the garland? dost thou mean the crown?

Cate.
Ay, my good lord.

Hast.
I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders,
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

Cate.
Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party, for the gain thereof: ^note

And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,—
That, this same very day, your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.

Hast.
Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries:
But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

Cate.
God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!

Hast.
But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,—
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby* ^note, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on it.

Cate.
'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.

Hast.
O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do
With some men else, who think themselves as safe
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham.

Cate.
The princes both make high account of you,—
For they account his head upon the bridge. [Aside.

Hast.
I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd it. Enter Stanley.
Come on, come on† ^note, where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?

Stan.
My lord, good morrow; good morrow^{5 note}, Catesby:—

You may jest on, but, by the holy rood^{6 note}

Hast.
My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do yours^{8 note}

Stan.
The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast.

This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt^{9 note}

;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.

Hast.
Come, come, have with you^{1 note}

Stan.
They, for their truth^{2 note}, might better wear their heads,
Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let's away. Enter a Pursuivant.

Hast.
Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt Stan. and Catesby.

How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee?

Purs.
The better, that your lordship please to ask.

Hast.
I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,
Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet:
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies;
But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,)
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than ere I was.

Purs.
God hold it^{3 note}, to your honour's good content!

Hast.
Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for me. [Throwing him his Purse.

Purs.
I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivant. Enter a Priest.

Pr.
Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.

Hast.
I thank thee, good sir John^{4 note}, with all my heart.
I am in your debt for your last exercise^{5 note}

Buck.
What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?

Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand^{7 note}

Hast.
'Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

Buck.
I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there:
I shall return before your lordship thence.

Hast.
Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.

Buck.
And supper too, although thou know'st it not. [Aside.
Come, will you go?

Hast.
I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

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