GLOUCESTER

Amen good brother Clarence: And send them all to heaven shortly I beseech him. I promise you he is, and very much, But Doctor Shaw, who prophested that G. should be so sadly ominous to us? A great learned man he was, and as I have herd, Hath prophested of very many things, I promise you it troubles me, I hope in me his propheste is true. I am sure it does, for look you brother Clarence, We know not how his Highness will apply it, We are but two, your self my Lord and I, Should the young Princes fail, which God defend. God bless you all, and take you to him if it be his will. Now brother, this prophesse of G. troubling the King, He may as well apply it unto Gloucester, My Dukedoms name, if he be fealfous, As unto George your am, good brother Clarence, God help, God help: faith it troubles me, You would not think how: aside. that any of you live. Who you, I, I durst answer for you, That I shall cut you off ere it be long. But reverend Doctor, you can only tell, Being his Highness Confessor, how he takes it. Shaw, you know my mind, a villain Like my self. Ah brother Clarence, when you are suspected, Well, well, it is a wicked world the while: But shall I tell you brother in plain terms, I fear, your self and I have enemies, About the King, God pardon them, The world was never worse to be trusted: Ah brother George, where is that love that was? Ah it is banished brother from the world: Ah Conscience, Conscience, and true brotherhood, 'Tis gone, 'tis gone, brother I am your friend, I am your loving brother, your own self, And love you as my soul, use me in what you please, And you shall see I'll do a brother's partly, Send you to heaven I hope, ere it be long, I am a true stamped villain as ever lived. Do so good brother. My tears will searcely let me take my leave, I love you so: Farewell sweet George. So, is he gone: now Shaw 'tis in thy power, To bind me to thee everlastingly, And there is not one step that I shall rise, But I will draw thee with me unto greatness, Thou shalt fit in my bosom as my soul, Incense the king, now being as thou art, So near about him, and his Confessor, That this G. only is George Duke of Clarence, Doctor thou needest not my instruction, Thou hast a searching brain, a nimble spirit, Able to master any men affections. Effect it Shaw, and bring it to pass ce, I'll make thee the greatest Shaw that ever was. Farewell gentle Doctor. Let me awake my sleeping wits a while, a, the mark thou aimest at Richard is a crown, And many stand betwixt thee and the same, What of all that? Doctor play thou thy partly, I'll climb up by degrees, through many a heart. On then a Gods name. Catesby, is this the man? Come near. Thy name I hear is Tirill, is it not? Welcome, it should appear that thou hast been In better state then now it seems thou art. Be ruled by me, & then thou shalt rise again, And prove more happy then thou ever wast, There is but only two degrees by which It shall be needful for thee to ascend, And that is faith and taciturnity. But canst thou too be secret? Thy countenance hath Like a silver key, Opened the closet of my heart, read there, If scholar Like thou canst expound those lines, Thou art the man ordainde to serve my turn. Enough, come follow me, For thy direction, and for gold to fee, Such as must aid thee in their Tragedy. Now tell us Rufford which of these it is, That in the heat of his upheave spleen, Contemnes our crown, disdains our dignity, And arms himself against authority. Which is that Air? I thought it was some hight distempered blood, That fierd his gyddy brain with business: Is thy name Air? This paper says so. Would? Dost thou wish confusion unto us? This paper is the Organ of our power, And shall pronounce thy condemnation, We make it speak thy treasons to thy face, And thy malicious tongue speaks treas n still. Relievest thou Shores wife in contempt of us? And thou shalt pay it in the self same place, Where thou this man our Officer, didst out face, And scorndst us saying if we stood by, Thou wouldst relieve her. Heres Matthew Flood. Is thy name Flood? Flood and Air? the elements conspire, In air and water to confound our power: Didst thou relieve that hateful wretch Shores wife? What canst thou say Flood why thou shouldst not die? What libeler? another Collingborne? That wrote: The Cat, the Rat, and Lovel our Dog, Do rule all England under a Hog. Canst thou repeat it Flood? We do command thee. How sayest thou Flood, does Rufford this? Catesby tear off the buttons from his breast. What findest thou there? Traitor, did I sign that commission? Pardon? to counterfeit my hand and seal? Have I bestowed such love, such countenance? Such trust on thee, and such authority, To have my hand and signet counterfeit? To carry Corn the food of all the land, And Led, which after might annoy the land, And Hides, whose leather must relieve the land, To strangers enemies unto the land: Didst thou so nearly connterfet my hand? Away with him Lovel and Catesby, go, the Sheriffs of London presently, To see h m drawn, and hango, and quartered, Let them not drink before they see him dead. Hast you again. Cra st thou no favour? then I tell thee Flood, Thou art a traitor reaking our edict, By succouring that traitorous quean Shores wife. And thou shalt die. If ? didst thou not give her thy purse? And worser st thou not maintain the deed? Lovel & Catesby, this is Shore indeed, Thou mights. Except thou take her home again to Thee, Thou art a stranger, and it shall not be, For if thou do, expect what does belong. Then never feed her whom thou canst not love. How does your Lordship? Indeed it does, my Lord feel with your hands how hight it is. Doule give me leave to wait upon your Lordship. Oh Lord, me thinks this going to our bed, How Like it is to going to our graven: Indeed and so am I. What, bleeds your Grace? God bless us both, and I desire no more, Most noble Lords, since it hath pleased you, Beyend our expectation on yeut bounties, to mpale my temples with the Diadem. How far my quiet thoughts have ever been, From this great , Heaven best can ness: I am your King, Long may I be so, to deserve your love, But I will be a servant to you all, Pray God my broken sleeps may give you rest. But only that my blood does challenge it, Being your lawful Prince by true succession, I could have wished, with all my heart I could, This majesty had sitten on the brow Of any other: so much do I affect a private life, To spend my dates in contemplation. But since that heaven and you will have it so, I take the crowue as meekly at your hands, As free and pure from and ambitious thought, As any new born babe. Thus must thou Richard Seem as a saint to men in outward show, aside. Being a very devil in thy heart: Thus must thou cover all thy villainies, And keep them close from overlookers eyes. My royal Princely Cousin Buckingham, I see you strive to bless me more and more, Your bounty is so large and ample to me, You overflow my spirits with your great love, I willingly accept this virtuous Princess, And crown her Angel beauty with my love. Lord Lovel I as heartily receive her, Welcome fair Queen. I do accept it Catesby, and return, Exchange of mutual and party love. Now Fog too, that in your traitorous Libels, Beside the counterfeiting of our hand and seal For Rufford, though so great a fault deserved To suffer death, as he already hath, Going about to siubber our renowue, And wound us with reproach and infamy, Yet Fog that thou thy self mayest plainly see, How far I am from seeking sharp revenge, Fog I forgive thee, and withal we do, Repeal our heavy sentence gainst Shores with e, Restoring all her goods, for we intend, With all the world now to be perfect friends. Would they had lived, to see our friendly change, But Catesby say, where died Shore and his wife? Cousin weel better think on that here after. What is he gone in heat, why farewell be, He is displeased, let him be pleased again, We have no time to think on angry men: Come my sweet Queen, let us go solemnize, Our Knighthood's order in most royal wise. Vile brats, how they do descant on the Tower. gentle Nephew they were ill abuisde, To tutor you with such unfitting terms, (Who ere they were) against this royal mansion: What if some partly of it hath been reserved, To be a prison for Nobility? Follows it therefore that it cannot serve, To any other use? Caesar himself That built the same, within it kept his Court, And many kings since him, the rooms are large, The building stately, and for strength beside, It is the safest and the surest hold you have. Thou hast my meaning, wilt thou do it, speak? Your good worser cion brings you to y gall us, He hath his sentence, Rufford see him gd. Now sir your name? Thou seemest a man well stayed and temperate, Durst thou infringe our proclamation? Move us no more, Lovel let Air be hanged, Just in the place where he relicud Shores wife: Shore hath his pardon for this first offence. The name of husband pleads his innocence, Away with them: Catesby come you with v ? But mistress Blage she shall have burial too, What now we must be friends, indeed we must, And now my Lords, I give you all to know, In memory of our eternal love, I do ordame and order of the Bath, Twelve knights in number of that royal sort, Which order with all princely ceremonies, Shall be observed in all royal pomp, As Edwards our forefather of the Barter, Which feast our self, and our beloved Queen, Will presently solemnize in our person. W l you appoint our time: then you shall stay, For this hight hastiness sir you shall stay, Moo no more you were best. I cannot see this prophesy you speak of, Should any way so much displease the king, And yet I promise you good Brother Clarence, 'Tis such a letter as concerns us both, That G. should put away King Edwards children, And fit upon his throne? that G. should? well. It is (sweet Prince) Lieutenant of the Tower. But they should be cut off: Amen, Amen. You brother first, and should your issue fail, Poor I am next, the youngest of the three. But how far I am from a thought of that, Heaven witness with me, that I wish you dead. True Catesby, else I never had spoke such words, Alas I see our kindness comes too late, For Catesby tells me she is dead already.