Mes.
My Lord, my Lord.

Hast.
Who knocks?

Mes.
One from the Lord Stanly.

Hast.
What is't a Clock?

Mes.
Upon the stroak of four. Enter Lord Hastings.

Hast.
Cannot my Lord Stanly sleep these tedious Nights?

Mes.
So it appears by what I have to say:
First, he commends him to your noble Self.

Hast.
What then?

Mes.
Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt the Boar had rased off his Helm:
Besides, he says there are two Councils kept;
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.
Therefore he sends to know your Lordship's pleasure,
If you will presently 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 Council:
His Honour and my self are at the one,
And at the other is my good Friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,
Whereof I shall not have Intelligence:
Tell him his Fears are shallow without instance;
And for his Dreams, I wonder he's so simple
To trust the mock'ry 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.

Mes.
I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you say. [Exit.

Enter Catesby.

Cates.
Many good morrows to my Noble Lord.

Hast.
Good morrow, Catesby, you are early stirring:
What News, what News in this our tott'ring State?

Cates.
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?

Cates.
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?

Cates.
Ay, on my Life, and hopes to find you forward
Upon his Party, for the gain thereof;
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.

Cates.
God keep your Lordship in that gracious Mind.

Hast.
But I shall laugh at this a Twelve-month hence,
That they which brought me in my Master's Hate,
I live to look upon their Tragedy.
Well Catesby, e'er a Fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.

Cates.
'Tis a vile thing to dye, 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, Gray; and so 'twill do
With some Men else, that think themselves as safe
As thou and I, who, as thou know'st, are dear
To Princely Richard and to Buckingham.

Cates.
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 Lord Stanley.
Come on, come on, where is your Boar-spear, Man?
Fear you the Boar, and go so unprovided?

Stan.
My Lord, good morrow, good morrow, Catesby;
You may jest on, but by the holy Rood,
I do not like these several Councils, I.

Hast.
My Lord, I hold my Life as dear as yours,
And never in my Days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now;
Think you, but that I know the State secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?

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.
The sudden stab of Rancor I misdoubt,
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:
Wot ye what, my Lord,
To day, the Lords you talk of are beheaded.

Stan.
They, for their Truth, 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 Lord Stanley and Catesby.
How now, Sirrah? how goes the World with thee?

Purs.
The better, that you 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 thy self,
This Day those Enemies are put to death,
And I in better State than e'er I was.

Purs.
God hold it to your Honour's good Content.

Hast.
Gramercy Fellow; there drink that for me. [Throws him his Purse.

Purs.
I thank your Honour. [Exit Pursuivant.

Enter a Priest.

Priest.
Well met, my Lord, I am glad to see your Honour.

Hast.
I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Heart.
I am in your debt for your last Exercise;
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.

Priest.
I'll wait upon your Lordship. Enter Buckingham.

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.

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'll 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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