[The trumpets sound. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, CARDINAL BOURCHIER, and others.]BUCKINGHAM
[Enter the LORD MAYOR and his train.]MAYOR
[Exeunt MAYOR, &c.]I thought my mother and my brother York
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS.]Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
[Aside]So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
[Aside]Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
[Aside]Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
[Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.]PRINCE
[Sennet. Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, CARDINAL, and Attendants.]BUCKINGHAM
[Enter a MESSENGER.]MESSENGER
[Aside]For they account his head upon the bridge.
[Enter STANLEY.]Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
[Enter a Pursuivant.]HASTINGS
[Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY.]How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
[Throwing him his purse.]PURSUIVANT
[Enter a PRIEST.]PRIEST
[Aside]And supper too, although thou knowest it not.—
[Enter RATCLIFF, with Guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to execution.]RIVERS
[BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP of ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, and others sitting at a table: Officers of the Council attending.]HASTINGS
[Takes him aside.]Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
[Exeunt GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.]STANLEY
[Re-enter BISHOP OF ELY.]ELY
[Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.]GLOSTER
[Exeunt all except HASTINGS, LOVEL, and RATCLIFF.]HASTINGS
[Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured.]GLOSTER
[Enter the LORD MAYOR and CATESBY.]BUCKINGHAM
[Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with HASTINGS' head.]LOVEL
[Exit LORD MAYOR.]GLOSTER
[Exeunt LOVEL and CATESBY.]Now will I in, to take some privy order
[Enter a SCRIVENER.]SCRIVENER
[Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, meeting.]GLOSTER
[Enter the LORD MAYOR, ALDERMEN, and Citizens.]Welcome, my lord. I dance attendance here;
[Enter, from the Castle, CATESBY.]Now, Catesby,—what says your lord to my request?
[Re-enter CATESBY.]Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
[Exit CATESBY.]When holy and devout religious men
[Enter GLOSTER in a Galery above, between two BISHOPS. CATESBY returns.]MAYOR
[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, the MAYOR and citizens retiring.]CATESBY
[CATESBY goes to the MAYOR, &c., and then exit.]I am not made of stone,
[Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and CATESBY, MAYOR, &c., coming forward.]Cousin of Buckingham,—and sage grave men,
[To the BISHOPS.]Come, let us to our holy work again.—