Page 1179 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?

CAT ESBY

Ay, on my life, and hopes to find you forward [45]
Upon his party for the gain thereof;
And thereupon he sends you this good news
That this same very day your enemies,
The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.

HAST INGS

Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, [50]
Because they have been still my adversaries:
But that I’ll give my voice on Richard’s side
To bar my master’s heirs in true descent,
God knows I will not do it, to the death.

CAT ESBY

God keep your lordship in that gracious mind. [55]

HAST INGS

But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,
That they which brought me in my master’s hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older
I’ll send some packing that yet think not on’t. [60]

CAT ESBY

’Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar’d and look not for’t.

HAST INGS

O, monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so ’twill do
With some men else that think themselves as safe [65]
As thou and I, who as thou know’st are dear
To princely Richard and to Buckingham.

CAT ESBY

The Princes both make high account of you -
[Aside]