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 · 509 words
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If they have done this deed, my Noble Lord. If? thou Protector of this damned Strumpet, Talk'st thou to me of Ifs: thou art a Traitor, Off with his Head; now by Saint Paul I swear, I will not dine, until I see the same. Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done: The rest that love me, rise, and follow me. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me, For I, too fond, might have prevented this: Stanley did dream, the Boar did rouse our Helms, And I did scorn it, and disdain to fly: Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble, And started, when he looked upon the Tower, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. O now I need the Priest, that spoke to me: I now repent I told the Pursuivant, As too triumphing, how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butchered, And I myself secure, in grace and favour. Oh Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy Curse Is lighted on poor Hastings wretched Head. Come, come, dispatch, the Duke would be at dinner: Make a short Shrift, he longs to see your Head. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for, than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your good Looks, Lives like a drunken Sailor on a Mast, Ready with every Nod to tumble down, Into the fatal Bowels of the Deep. Come, come, dispatch, 'tis bootless to exclaim. O bloody Richard: miserable England, I prophesy the fearefull'st time to thee, That ever wretched Age hath looked upon. Come, lead me to the Block, bear him my Head, They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. Come Cousin, Canst thou quake, and change thy colour, Murder thy breath in middle of a word, And then again begin, and stop again, As if thou were distraught, and mad with terror? Tut, I can counterfeit the deep Tragedian, Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw: Intending deep suspicion, ghastly Looks Are at my service, like enforced Smiles; And both are ready in their Offices, At any time to grace my Stratagems. But what, is Catesby gone? He is, and see he brings the Mayor along. Lord Maior. Look to the Drawbridge there. Hark, a Drum. Catesby, o'erlook the Walls. Lord Maior, the reason we have sent. Look back, defend thee, here are Enemies. God and our innocency defend, and guard us. Be patiented, they are friends: Ratcliff, and Lovel. Here is the Head of that ignoble Traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. So dear I loved the man, that I must weep: I took him for the plainest harmless Creature, That breathed upon the Earth, a Christian. Made him my Book, wherein my Soul recorded The History of all her secret thoughts. So smooth he daubed his Vice with show of Virtue, That his apparent open Gild omitted, I mean, his Conversation with Shore's Wife, He lived from all attainder of suspects.
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If they haue done this deed, my Noble Lord. If? thou Protector of this damned Strumpet, Talk'ſt thou to me of Ifs: thou art a Traytor, Off with his Head; now by Saint Paul I ſweare, I will not dine, vntill I ſee the ſame. Louell and Ratcliffe, looke that it be done: The reſt that loue me, riſe, and follow me. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me, For I, too fond, might haue preuented this: Stanley did dreame, the Bore did rowſe our Helmes, And I did ſcorne it, and diſdaine to flye: Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horſe did ſtumble, And ſtarted, when he look'd vpon the Tower, As loth to beare me to the ſlaughter-houſe. O now I need the Prieſt, that ſpake to me: I now repent I told the Purſuiuant, As too triumphing, how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And I my ſelfe ſecure, in grace and fauour. Oh Margaret, Margaret, now thy heauie Curſe Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head. Come, come, diſpatch, the Duke would be at dinner: Make a ſhort Shrift, he longs to ſee your Head. O momentarie grace of mortall men, Which we more hunt for, then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes, Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Maſt, Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe, Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe. Come, come, diſpatch, 'tis bootleſſe to exclaime. O bloody Richard: miſerable England, I prophecie the fearefull'ſt time to thee, That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon. Come, lead me to the Block, beare him my Head, They ſmile at me, who ſhortly ſhall be dead. Come Couſin, Canſt thou quake, and change thy colour, Murther thy breath in middle of a word, And then againe begin, and ſtop againe, As if thou were diſtraught, and mad with terror? Tut, I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian, Speake, and looke backe, and prie on euery ſide, Tremble and ſtart at wagging of a Straw: Intending deepe ſuſpition, gaſtly Lookes Are at my ſeruice, like enforced Smiles; And both are readie in their Offices, At any time to grace my Stratagemes. But what, is Catesby gone? He is, and ſee he brings the Maior along. Lord Maior. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there. Hearke, a Drumme. Catesby, o're-looke the Walls. Lord Maior, the reaſon we haue ſent. Looke back, defend thee, here are Enemies. God and our Innocencie defend, and guard vs. Be patient, they are friends: Ratcliffe, and Louell. Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor, The dangerous and vnſuſpected Haſtings. So deare I lou'd the man, that I muſt weepe: I tooke him for the plaineſt harmeleſſe Creature, That breath'd vpon the Earth, a Chriſtian. Made him my Booke, wherein my Soule recorded The Hiſtorie of all her ſecret thoughts. So ſmooth he dawb'd his Vice with ſhew of Vertue, That his apparant open Guilt omitted, I meane, his Conuerſation with Shores Wife, He liu'd from all attainder of ſuſpects.