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King Richard III
act iii   Scene 2.
William Shakespeare
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       Before LORD HASTING'S house
       Enter a MESSENGER to the door of HASTINGS
       MESSENGER
       My lord, my lord! [Knocking]
       HASTINGS
       [Within] Who knocks?
       MESSENGER
       One from the Lord Stanley.
       HASTINGS
       [Within] What is't o'clock?
       MESSENGER
       Upon the stroke of four.
       Enter LORD HASTINGS
       HASTINGS
       Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep these tedious
       nights?
       MESSENGER
       So it appears by that I have to say.
       First, he commends him to your noble self.
       HASTINGS
       What then?
       MESSENGER
       Then certifies your lordship that this night
       He dreamt the boar had razed 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.
       HASTINGS
       Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
       Bid him not fear the separated council:
       His honour and myself 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.
       MESSENGER
       I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.
       Exit
       Enter CATESBY
       CATESBY
       Many good morrows to my noble lord!
       HASTINGS
       Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring.
       What news, what news, in this our tott'ring state?
       CATESBY
       It is a reeling world indeed, my lord;
       And I believe will never stand upright
       Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
       HASTINGS
       How, wear the garland! Dost thou mean the
       crown?
       CATESBY
       Ay, my good lord.
       HASTINGS
       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?
       CATESBY
       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.
       HASTINGS
       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.
       CATESBY
       God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
       HASTINGS
       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, ere a fortnight make me older,
       I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.
       CATESBY
       'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
       When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.
       HASTINGS
       O monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out
       With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so 'twill do
       With some men else that think themselves as safe
       As thou and I, who, as thou knowest, are dear
       To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
       CATESBY
       The Princes both make high account of you-
       [Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.
       HASTINGS
       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?
       STANLEY
       My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby.
       You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
       I do not like these several councils, I.
       HASTINGS
       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 our state secure,
       I would be so triumphant as I am?
       STANLEY
       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'ercast.
       This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;
       Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.
       What, shall we toward the Tower? The day is spent.
       HASTINGS
       Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my
       Lord?
       To-day the lords you talk'd of are beheaded.
       STANLEY
       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 HASTINGS, a pursuivant
       HASTINGS
       Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
       Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY
       How now, Hastings! How goes the world with thee?
       PURSUIVANT
       The better that your lordship please to ask.
       HASTINGS
       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 enernies are put to death,
       And I in better state than e'er I was.
       PURSUIVANT
       God hold it, to your honour's good content!
       HASTINGS
       Gramercy, Hastings; there, drink that for me.
       [Throws him his purse]
       PURSUIVANT
       I thank your honour.
       Exit
       Enter a PRIEST
       PRIEST
       Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
       HASTINGS
       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.
       [He whispers in his ear]
       PRIEST
       I'll wait upon your lordship.
       Enter BUCKINGHAM
       BUCKINGHAM
       What, talking with a priest, Lord
       Chamberlain!
       Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest:
       Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
       HASTINGS
       Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
       The men you talk of came into my mind.
       What, go you toward the Tower?
       BUCKINGHAM
       I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there;
       I shall return before your lordship thence.
       HASTINGS
       Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
       BUCKINGHAM
       [Aside] And supper too, although thou
       knowest it not.-
       Come, will you go?
       HASTINGS
       I'll wait upon your lordship.
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
act i
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act ii
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   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
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act iii
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   Scene 3.
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act iv
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   Scene 5.
act v
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