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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.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.

Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.

Rich. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?

Cate. You shall, my lord.

Rich. At Crosby House, there shall you find us both.

Exit Catesby.

Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive

Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?

Rich. 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 moveables

Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.

Buck. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand.

Rich. And look to have it yielded with all kindness.

Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards

We may digest our complots in some form.

Exeunt.

Mess. [Knocking.] My lord! my lord!

Hast. [Within.] Who knocks?

Mess. One from the Lord Stanley.

Hast. [Within.] What is ’t o'clock?

 185 Mistress Shore: cf. n.

192 complots: plots, conspiracies

195, 196 Cf. n.

195 moveables: personal property 