Richard III by William Shakespeare
Act 3 - Scene 2
Before Lord Hastings’ house.
Messenger : What, ho! my lord!
Messenger : A messenger from the Lord Stanley.
Messenger : Upon the stroke of four.
Messenger : So it should seem by that I have to say.
[p]First, he commends him to
your noble lordship.
Messenger : And then he sends you word
[p]He dreamt to-night the boar had razed
his helm:
[p]Besides, he says there are two councils held;
[p]And that
may be determined at the one
[p]which may make you and him to rue at
the other.
[p]Therefore he sends to know your lordship's
pleasure,
[p]If presently you will take horse with him,
[p]And with
all speed post with him toward the north,
[p]To shun the danger that
his soul divines.
Messenger : My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.
Sir William Catesby : Many good morrows to my noble lord!
Sir William Catesby : It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
[p]And I believe twill never
stand upright
[p]Tim Richard wear the garland of the realm.
Sir William Catesby : Ay, my good lord.
Sir William Catesby : Ay, on my life; and hopes to find forward
[p]Upon his party for the
gain thereof:
[p]And thereupon he sends you this good news,
[p]That
this same very day your enemies,
[p]The kindred of the queen, must die
at Pomfret.
Sir William Catesby : God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Sir William Catesby : What, my lord?
Sir William Catesby : 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
[p]When men are unprepared
and look not for it.
Sir William Catesby : The princes both make high account of you;
[p][Aside]
[p]For they
account his head upon the bridge.
Pursuivant : The better that your lordship please to ask.
Pursuivant : God hold it, to your honour's good content!
Pursuivant : God save your lordship!
Priest : Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
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