Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 499 words
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Well then, no more but this: Go gentle Catesby, and as it were far off, Sound thou Lord Hastings, How he doth stand affected to our purpose, And summon him to morrow to the Tower, To sit about the Coronation. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, Be thou so too, and so break off the talk, And give us notice of his inclination: For we to morrow hold divided Counsels, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby, His ancient Knot of dangerous Adversaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle, And bid my Lord, for joy of this good news, Give Mistress Shore one gentle Kiss the more. Good Catesby, go effect this business sound. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? You shall, my Lord. At Crosby House, there shall you find us both. Now, my Lord, What shall we do, if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our Complots? Chop off his Head: Something we will determine: And look when I am King, claim thou of me The Earldom of Hereford, and all the movables Whereof the King, my Brother, was possessed. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form. My Lord, my Lord. Who knocks? One from the Lord Stanley. What is't a Clock? Upon the stroke of four. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep these tedious Nights? So it appears, by that I have to say: First, he commends him to your Noble self. What then? Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night He dreamt, the Boar had razed off his Helm: Besides, he says there are two Counsels kept; And that may be determined 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. 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.
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Well then, no more but this: Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off, Sound thou Lord Hastings, How he doth ſtand affected to our purpoſe, And ſummon him to morrow to the Tower, To ſit about the Coronation. If thou do'ſt finde him tractable to vs, Encourage him, and tell him all our reaſons: If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling, Be thou ſo too, and ſo breake off the talke, And giue vs notice of his inclination: For we to morrow hold diuided Councels, Wherein thy ſelfe ſhalt highly be employ'd. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby, His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduerſaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Caſtle, And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes, Giue Miſtreſſe Shore one gentle Kiſſe the more. Good Catesby, goe effect this buſineſſe ſoundly. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we ſleepe? You ſhall, my Lord. At Crosby Houſe, there ſhall you find vs both. Now, my Lord, What ſhall wee doe, if wee perceiue Lord Haſtings will not yeeld to our Complots? Chop off his Head: Something wee will determine: And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables Whereof the King, my Brother, was poſſeſt. Ile clayme that promiſe at your Graces hand. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindneſſe▪ Come, let vs ſuppe betimes, that afterwards Wee may digeſt our complots in ſome forme. My Lord, my Lord. Who knockes? One from the Lord Stanley. What is't a Clocke? Vpon the ſtroke of foure. Cannot my Lord Stanley ſleepe theſe tedious Nights? So it appeares, by that I haue to ſay: Firſt, he commends him to your Noble ſelfe. What then? Then certifies your Lordſhip, that this Night He dreamt, the Bore had raſed off his Helme: Beſides, he ſayes there are two Councels 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 Lordſhips 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 Soule diuines. Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord, Bid him not feare the ſeperated Councell: His Honor and my ſelfe are at the one, And at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs, Whereof I ſhall not haue intelligence: Tell him his Feares are ſhallow, without inſtance. And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's ſo ſimple, To truſt the mock'ry of vnquiet ſlumbers. To flye the Bore, before the Bore purſues, Were to incenſe the Bore to follow vs, And make purſuit, where he did meane no chaſe. Goe, bid thy Maſter riſe, and come to me, And we will both together to the Tower, Where he ſhall ſee the Bore will vſe vs kindly.