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Richard III

Act 3, Scene 2

Before Lord Hastings' house.
 
[Enter a MESSENGER]
 
MESSENGER
           ,         ,
      My lord,| my lord.
 
HASTINGS [Within]
                                ,
                         Who knocks?
 
MESSENGER
       ,               ,      ,
      One from | the Lord | Stanley.  (tri with prev)
 
[Enter HASTINGS]
 
HASTINGS
             x         ,
      What is it | o'clock?
 
MESSENGER
                              ,           ,          ,
                            Upon | the stroke | of four.
 
HASTINGS
       ,         2        ,        ,            ,   2      ,
5     Cannot | my Lord* Stan|ley sleep | these te|dious nights?
 
MESSENGER
       ,          ,          ,        ,        ,
      So it | appears,| by that | I have | to say:
        ,      2      ,          ,         ,        ,
      First, he com|mends him | to your | noble | lordship.
 
HASTINGS
             ,
      What then?  ????
 
MESSENGER
            ,      ,           ,          ,           ,
      Then cer|tifies | your Lord|ship, that | this night
            ,           ,         ,      ,          ,
      He dreamt,| the boar | had ra|zed off | his helm:
          ,          ,                 ,    ,         ,
10    Besides,| he says | there are / two coun|cils kept;
            ,         ,      ,         ,        ,
      And that | may be | deter|mined at | the one,
             ,          ,         ,        ,      2    ,      ->
      Which may | make you | and him | to rue | at the o||ther.
        ,       2     ,          ,           ,           ,       ->
      There|fore he sends | to know | your lord|ship's plea||sure,
       ,     ,    2                ,    ,           ,
      If | presently^|you will / take horse | with him,
                  ,    ,       ,                ,           ,
15    And with / all speed | post with | him toward | the north,
           ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      To shun | the dan|ger that | his soul | divines.
 
HASTINGS
       ,           ,       ,       ,         ,
      Go fel|low, go,| return | unto | thy lord,
       ,     2        ,         ,    ,        ,
      Bid him not | fear the | sepa|rated | council:
           ,      ,        ,         ,        ,
      His ho|nor and | myself | are at | the one,
       ,    2      ,                 ,     ,       ,
20    And at the | other,| is my / good friend | Catesby;
             ,        ,         ,           ,        ,
      Where no|thing can | proceed,| that touch|eth us
            ,       ,           ,       ,      ,
      Whereof | I shall | not have | intel|ligence:
        ,     2        ,          ,             ,     ,
      Tell him his | fears are | shallow,| without | instance.
           ,           ,        ,     2      ,    ,
      And for | his dreams,| I won|der he's so | simple,
           ,           ,   3 3    ,  ,        ,
25    To trust | the mock|ery of un|quiet | slumbers.
          ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      To fly | the boar,| before | the boar | pursues,
        ,           ,           ,        ,       ,
      Were to | incense | the boar | to fol|low us,
            ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      And make | pursuit,| where he | did mean | no chase.
       ,             ,        ,          ,        ,
      Go, bid | thy mas|ter rise,| and come | to me,
           ,          ,       ,       ,         x
30    And we | will both | toge|ther to | the Tower,
        ,     2         ,          ,          ,         ,
      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 mor/rows to | my no|ble lord.
 
HASTINGS
            ,        ,     3    3     ,       ,        o
      Good mor|row Cates|by, you are ear|ly stir|ring:
             ,           ,         ,         ,    2      ,
35    What news,| what news,| in this | our tot|tering state?
 
CATESBY
          ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      It is | a ree|ling world | indeed,| my lord:
          ,       ,            ,       ,         ,
      And I | believe | twill ne|ver stand | upright,
            ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      Till Ri|chard wear | the gar|land of | the realm.
 
HASTINGS
            ,         ,        o
      How wear | the gar|land?
        ,           ,         ___
40    Dost thou | mean the | crown?
 
CATESBY
       ,               ,    oo
      Aye, my | good lord.|      (trimeter with prev)
 
HASTINGS
             ,           ,          ,     ,      2       ,
      I'll have | this crown | of mine | cut from my | shoulders,
          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,
      Before | I'll see | the crown | so foul | misplaced:
            ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      But canst | thou guess,| that he | doth aim | at it?
 
CATESBY
       ,             ,          ,          ,     ,
45    Aye, on | my life,| and hopes | to find | forward
        ,         ,       ,          ,          ,
      Upon | his par|ty, for | the gain | thereof:
            ,     ,         ,                  ,    ,
      And there|upon | he sends | you this / good news,
                    ,   ,     ,         ,     ,
      That this / same ve|ry day | your e|nemies,
           ,      3  3      ,           ,        ,       o
      The kin|dred of the queen,| must^die | at Pom|fret.
 
HASTINGS
          ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
50    Indeed | I am | no mour|ner for | that news,
          ,            ,           ,          ,     ,
      Because | they have | been still | mine e|nemies:
       ,                 ,         ,         ,           ,
      But, that | I'll give | my voice | on Ri|chard's side,
          ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      To bar | my mas|ter's heirs | in true | descent,
            ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      God^knows | I will | not do | it, to | the death.
 
CATESBY
            ,           ,        ,         ,          ,
55    God^keep | your lord|ship in | that gra|cious mind.
 
HASTINGS
          ,           ,          ,         ,            ,
      But I | shall laugh | at this | a twelve-|month^hence,
             ,           ,          ,       ,          ,
      That they | who brought | me in | my mas|ter's hate,
          ,         ,      ,           ,     ,
      I live | to look | upon | their tra|gedy.
             ,          2      ,   ,       ,        ,
      Well Cates|by, ere a / fortnight | make me | older,
             ,           ,         ,          ,           x
60    I'll send | some pack|ing, that | yet think | not on it.
 
CATESBY
                 ,    ,         ,        ,          ,
      'Tis a / vile thing | to die,| my gra|cious lord,
            ,         ,      ,           ,           x
      When men | are un|prepared,| and look | not for it.
 
HASTINGS
         ,           ,           ,         ,         ,
      O mon|strous, mon|strous! And | so falls | it out
            ,        ,          ,         ,           ,
      With Ri|vers, Vau|ghan, Gray:| and so | 'twill do
             ,          ,          ,            ,          ,
65    With some | men^else,| who think | themselves | as safe
           ,        ,         ,           ,           ,
      As thou | and I,| who (as | thou knowst)| are dear
            ,       ,         ,         ,      ,
      To prince|ly Ri|chard, and | to Buck|ingham.
 
CATESBY
            ,        ,           ,        ,         ,
      The prin|ces both | make high | account | of you,
            ,        ,           ,      ,           ,
      For they | account | his head | upon | the bridge.
 
HASTINGS
          ,          ,    ,   2         ,        ,
70    I know | they do,| and I have | well de|served it.
            ,         ,     ,     2         T    T    T
      Come on,| come on,| where is your | boar-spear man?
        ,     2        ,          ,       ,     ,
      Fear you the | boar, and | go so | unpro|vided?
 
STANLEY
           ,          ,         ,     ,         ,
      My lord | good mor|row, good | morrow | Catesby:
           ,          ,        ,        ,      ,
      You may | jest^on,| but by | the ho|ly rood,
         ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
75    I do | not like | these se|veral coun|cils, I.
 
HASTINGS
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      My lord,| I hold | my life | as dear | as yours,
           ,      ,        ,       ,        ,
      And ne|ver in | my days,| I do | protest,
           ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      Was it | more pre|cious to | me as |'tis now:
        ,               ,        ,          ,         ,
      Think you,| but that | I know | our state | secure,
          ,         ,       ,        ,      ,
80    I would | be so | trium|phant as | I am?
 
STANLEY
            ,         ,    ,       2         ,          ,
      The lords | at Pom|fret, when they | rode from | London,
            ,        ,         ,              ,            ,
      Were jo|cund, and | supposed | their states | were sure,
            ,        ,         ,     ,             ,
      And they | indeed | had no | cause to | mistrust:
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      But yet | you see,| how soon | the day | orecast.
            ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
85    This sud|den stab | of ran|cor I | misdoubt:
             ,       ,        ,         ,        ,       ->
      Pray* God |(I say)| I prove | a need|less cow||ard.
        ,         2      ,           x          ,         ,
      What,| shall we toward | the Tower?| The day | is spent.
 
HASTINGS
       __      ,            ,
      Come,| come, have | with you.
       ,          ,         __
      Wot you | what, my | lord,  (trimeter with prev)
         ,          ,           ,         ,       ,      ->
90    Today | the lords | you talk | of, are | behea||ded.
 
LORD STANLEY
        ,       2        ,            ,        ,            ,
      They,| for their truth,| might bet|ter wear | their heads,
             ,           ,        ,             ,            ,
      Than some | that have | accused | them, wear | their hats.
            ,         ,      ,     ___   oo
      But come,| my lord,| let's a|way.|
 
[Enter a Pursuivant. Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY]
 
HASTINGS
          ,       ,           ,        2       ,     ,
      Go on | before,| I'll talk | with this good | fellow.
           ,     ,             ,          ,            ,
95    How now,| sirrah?| How goes | the world | with thee?
 
PURSUIVANT
           ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
      The bet|ter, that | your lord|ship please | to ask.
 
HASTINGS
          ,          ,          ,        ,        ,
      I tell | thee man,| 'tis bet|ter with | me now,
             ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
      Than when | thou metst | me last,| where now | we meet:
        ,           ,      ,    2    ,         x
      Then was | I go|ing pri|soner to | the Tower,
       ,           ,        ,          ,       ,
100   By the | sugges|tion of | the queen's | allies.
           ,        ,            ,        ,        ,
      But now | I tell | thee (keep | it to | thyself)
            ,          ,     ,         ,         ,
      This^day | those e|nemies | are put | to death,
          ,       ,        ,           ,       ,
      And I | in bet|ter state | than ere | I was.
 
PURSUIVANT
            ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      God hold | it, to | your ho|nor's good | content.
 
HASTINGS
          ,      ,         ,       ,           ,
105   Gramer|cy fel|low: there,| drink that | for me.
 
[Throws him his purse]
 
PURSUIVANT
          ,           ,
      I thank | your ho|nor.  \\
 
[Exit. Enter a Priest]
 
PRIEST
            ,         ,     2     ,        ,          ,     2->
      Well met,| my lord,| I am glad | to see | your ho||nor.
 
HASTINGS
          ,             ,          ,          ,         ,
      I thank | thee, good | Sir John,| with all | my heart.
       2    ,          ,                 ,   ,     ,
      I am in | your debt,| for your / last ex|ercise:
          2      ,     ,         ,        ,        ,
110   Come the next | Sabbath,| and I | will con|tent you.
 
PRIEST
             ,      ,           ,       o   oo
      I'll wait | upon | your lord|ship.  |
 
BUCKINGHAM
        ,     ,             .    T      T    T       ,
      What, talk/ing with | a priest, lord cham|berlain?
              ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      Your friends | at Pom|fret, they | do need | the priest,
            ,       ,         ,         ,         ,
      Your ho|nor hath | no shri|ving work | in hand.
 
HASTINGS
              ,           ,       ,          ,     ,
115   Good* faith,| and when | I met | this ho|ly man,
             ,          ,          ,       ,        ,
      Those men | you talk | of, came | into | my mind.
       __     ,           ,          x
      What,| go you | toward | the Tower?
 
BUCKINGHAM
      <-   ,         ,          ,       ,        ,           o
        I do,|| my lord,| but long | I can|not stay | there:
          ,         ,        ,           ,           ,
      I shall | return | before | your lord|ship, thence.
 
HASTINGS
       T    T  .  T         ,         ,        ,
120   Nay like enough,| for I | stay din|ner there.
 
BUCKINGHAM [Aside]
           ,       ,         ,             ,         ,
      And sup|per too,| although | thou knowst | it not.
        ,       2       ,
      Come, will you | go?
 
HASTINGS
                                    ,     ,           ,
                           I'll | wait u|pon your | lordship.
 
[Exeunt]

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