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Enter BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HASTINGS , the bishop of ELY , RATCLIFFE , LOVELL , with others, at a table
NAKCUIGMBH , ELTANYS , ASGSITHN , eth ospihb of ELY , CRAFEFLTI , nad ELVOLL , erent iwht ortesh nda taek hietr eatss at a alteb.


Now, noble peers. the cause why we are met
Is to determine of the coronation.
In Gods name, speak. When is the royal day?


owN, olneb lrods, het noears rewe eemtngi is to eeemditnr teh yad hte ircepn iwll be cwdenor. In osdG maen, pksae. nehW slodhu the laoyr dya be?


Is all things ready for the royal time?


Is hyeetirnvg draye ofr ttha eenvt?


5 It is, and wants but nomination.


It is. llA we eahv to do is mean teh yda.


Tomorrow, then, I judge a happy day.


wsoooTrrm a good yad.


Who knows the Lord Protectors mind herein?
Who is most inward with the noble duke?


Woh nksow what eht droL ocPrrttoe kshnit? Whos estocsl to hmi?


Your Grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.


Yuo, I hitnk, udwlo best wkno awht seh iktnhnig.


10 We know each others faces; for our hearts,
He knows no more of mine than I of yours,
Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.


We oknw ehac hosret aescf, btu as rof rou ohhtsgtu, he estndo wnok yan erom boatu my khtiingn ntah I do aoutb yrsuo or isroh yuo do obatu mnei. dLor Hsansgti, you dna he are locse.


I thank his Grace. I know he loves me well.
15 But for his purpose in the coronation,
I have not sounded him, nor he delivered
His gracious pleasure any way therein.
But you, my honorable lords, may name the time,
And in the dukes behalf Ill give my voice,
20 Which I presume hell take in gentle part.


kahTn oyu. I wonk he lhdos me drae, ubt I nehvta ksade mih outba teh oaornntcoi, nad he nshat odlt me. But uoy, my boenl olsrd, yma anme a tmei, dan llI dcsnoe it on eth kuesd flbhae, iwchh I otdn htkni ehll nmdi.


In happy time here comes the duke himself.


ihgtR on uce, hseer teh ekud simelhf.


My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust
My absence doth neglect no great design
25 Which by my presence might have been concluded.


My eolbn srdlo nad lveiretas, gdoo orgimnn. I lepst in. tBu I ohpe I idtdn ealyd yna inmtropat snoeiisdc.


Had you not come upon your cue, my lord,
William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part
I mean your voice for crowning of the king.


If oyu tdnha swhno up on uec, my odrl, Lord sngaHsit wsa niogg to take ouyr rpIta enam, he was ggino to speak rfo unyoi eth conrwngi of eth kign.


Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder.
30 His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn
I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
I do beseech you, send for some of them.


No neo amy be ebldor hnta my dLor nistasgH. He wsnok me ewll nda voesl me lwle.lyE, nehw I swa alts at uory plaeca, I swa omes trgea terirwassber in your edrgna. I egb oyu, sdne eeosonm to binrg oems of temh.


Marry and will, my lord, with all my heart.


seY, my dorl. hWit rlsueape.
He iExts.


35 Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
They move aside
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business
And finds the testy gentleman so hot
As he will lose his head ere give consent
40 His masters child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of Englands throne.


khgcBmianu, I dene to eavh a rwdo whit uoy. (rwgdina mih iseda) tyabsCe ahs dsonedu isstgHna otu adn dufno hte plcirky negmntlae so deospop to uor anpl ahtt he aclayltu aisd he ouldw die efrbeo hde eerag to veha sih sasetrm sno, as he upt it so dyvoetled, eols the rcwno.


Withdraw yourself awhile. Ill go with you.


Meov to teh otreh orom, my rlod. Ill eocm soon.
IRAHRDC stixe, wiht ICHNUAKGBM ilonglofw him.


We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
Tomorrow, in my judgement, is too sudden,
45 For I myself am not so well provided
As else I would be, were the day prolonged.


We aehv tno yte ste hte nncriotoao ayd. owrmorTo, in my iiponno, is oot nsoo. I msyfle am ont as ewll-eidepqup as I uwdlo be if eht day rwee ptu ffo a tib.
Enter Bishop of ELY ,
EYL suertrn.


Where is my lord the duke of Gloucester?
I have sent for these strawberries.


eehWr is my rlod, eht keud of ucGlesetro? I ehav ntse ofr eht ebrrwtsreisa.


His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning.
50 Theres some conceit or other likes him well
When that he bids good morrow with such spirit.
I think theres never a man in Christendom
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he,
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.


diahrRc is onliogk hfeleurc oatyd. oYu saalwy kwno ehs ogt omse pnal atth sspelae mhi wehn he yssa dgoo ignmron itwh cuhs sguot. I dtno htnik hetrse a nma undre het usn hwso wrose at dnihig hsi elov or tahe hant hdRriac. oYu wnok sih eenifslg ytleimeamid jtus by ikglnoo at his feca.


55 What of his heart perceive you in his face
By any livelihood he showed today?


nAd htwa gelesfin idd uyo ees in hsi cfea oatdy?


Marry, that with no man here he is offended,
For were he, he had shown it in his looks.


hTat esh nto garyn htwi noeayn reeh. If he were, he lwdou heav swnho it.


I pray God he be not, I say.


I pyra to oGd he sitn.


60 I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damnd witchcraft, and that have prevailed
Upon my body with their hellish charms?


elTl me, lla of yuo, athw supnimhetn edso a onpesr ersedev hwo scnioespr to likl me hitw cicrfhatwt adn who sah laydear pgdleau my yobd thwi alcbk amgci?


The tender love I bear your Grace, my lord,
65 Makes me most forward in this princely presence
To doom th offenders, whosoeer they be.
I say, my lord, they have deservd death.


uecasBe I elvo yrou Gaerc, I sya that ovewreh teh sonedefrf era rveeeds to die.


Then be your eyes the witness of their evil.
(shows his arm)
70 Look how I am bewitched! Behold mine arm
Is like a blasted sapling withered up;
And this is Edwards wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have markd me.


hnTe ese eth dceiveen of ethri veil twhi royu now eeys. (he shosw shi ram) kLoo woh eIv nbee hiebtcewd! See how my arm has omeecb ilke a detwirhe rete-hnrcba? sTih is teh kowr of ddEwsar efiw, hatt norotssum cihtw, ohw is in gaeleu itwh taht prmta oeSrh. heyT have sdue afiwhttcrc to armh me.


75 If they have done this deed, my noble lord


If tehy aehv oedn shit itnhg, my elobn oldr


If? Thou protector of this damnd strumpet,
Talkst 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.
80 Lovell and Ratcliffe, look that it be done.
The rest that love me, rise and follow me.


If? uoY lvero of htat menadd woreh, oreyu agtinkl to me of ifs? oeYru a irtotra.fOf ithw shi adeh. By taSni uPal, I rewsa I twon tae cunhl tulin I see mih edebeahd. oLlelv and ftcfliRea, aemk ersu it tgse oden. eTh esrt of yuo hwo love me, ceom thiw me.
Exeunt all but HASTINGS , RATCLIFFE , and LOVELL ,
ovneEeyr tub TNIGSAHS , TIFALREFC , dna EVOLLL ixtes.


Woe, woe for England! Not a whit for me,
For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm,
85 And I did scorn it and disdain to fly.
Three times today my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
And started when he looked upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse.
O, now I need the priest that spake to me!


I iypt ngEldan, tub tno eylfms. I saw oot fooshil. I mgtih veha vependetr sith. yleanSt emddaer eht oabr beeadehd mhi, nda I dhageul nda dreesfu to eelf wthi imh. Tereh itsme dyaot my oresh mdtselub and srtdeat wenh he loekdo in het oneiicrtd of the eowTr, as if he eadth to ayrcr me to isth hlhsaeesoguurt. Oh, own I lrayle edne hatt epsitr hwo sepok to me taydo!


90 I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies
Today at Pomfret bloodily were butchered,
And I myself secure in grace and favor.
O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
95 Is lighted on poor Hastings wretched head.


dnA I tegerr hivgna grbdgae to eht mrsgsneee aubot how my enmsiee ewre igben uretehcdb at ftPorme ihwle I, as I asdi, asw in ogdo tnnsdiag with cdiaRhr. Oh aeMrtagr, egrtMraa, yoru hveay ucser ash onw adndel on ropo ansHtigss eblesamir heda!


Come, come, dispatch. The duke would be at dinner.
Make a short shrift. He longs to see your head.


Hrryu ephut kedu tsawn to eat ish ndreni. Mkea yrou focsnneois rhtso. eHs gerae to see oruy eadh.


O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
100 Who builds his hopes 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.


We dpsen emro itme eksngei tuo eht telefign lorgeis of thsi eympartro ldorw athn nokilgo to eth pmatnnere regca of doG! eAnnoy ohw diusbl sih ehpos on iar eislv eikl a ukrednn losria gannghi on a smta, erady iwht yveer yzdiz ndo of his adeh to bumelt to hte bottmo of the sae. ehT nthgsi we ryowr ubtao, ilke odgo soklo dna opssosissen, raent ainltgs, and yhte dton mtaret.


Come, come, dispatch. Tis bootless to exclaim.


omCe, cmeo, ruyhr up. sIt tieopssnl to tkla nwo.


105 O bloody Richard! Miserable England,
I prophesy the fearfullst time to thee
That ever wretched age hath looked upon.
Come, lead me to the block. Bear him my head.
They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.


Oh bodyol hRidacr! iaelrsMeb alndgEn, I feoeser rof yuo hte stmo fihergtgnni eitm ouy heav vree drexneeepic.Cmoe, dael me to hte lbcok. Bnrig mih my ehad. ohseT who lmeis at it will oson be dade ssetveemlh.
hyTe lla ietx.