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BUCKINGHAM:
Are all things fitting for that royal time?
DERBY:
It is, and wants but nomination.
BISHOP OF ELY:
To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.
BUCKINGHAM:
Who knows the lord protector's mind herein?
Who is most inward with the royal duke?
BISHOP OF ELY:
Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.
BUCKINGHAM:
Who, I, my lord I we know each other's faces,
But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine,
Than I of yours;
Nor I no more of his, than you of mine.
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
HASTINGS:
I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;
But, for his purpose in the coronation.
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein:
But you, my noble lords, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
BISHOP OF ELY:
Now in good time, here comes the duke himself.
GLOUCESTER:
My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.
I have been long a sleeper; but, I hope,
My absence doth neglect no great designs,
Which by my presence might have been concluded.
BUCKINGHAM:
Had not you come upon your cue, my lord
William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part,--
I mean, your voice,--for crowning of the king.
GLOUCESTER:
Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder;
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
HASTINGS:
I thank your grace.
GLOUCESTER:
My lord of Ely!
BISHOP OF ELY:
My lord?
GLOUCESTER:
When I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there
I do beseech you send for some of them.
BISHOP OF ELY:
Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
GLOUCESTER:
Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
As he will lose his head ere give consent
His master's son, as worshipful as he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
BUCKINGHAM:
Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.
DERBY:
We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
To-morrow, in mine opinion, is too sudden;
For I myself am not so well provided
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
BISHOP OF ELY:
Where is my lord protector? I have sent for these
strawberries.
HASTINGS:
His grace looks cheerfully and smooth to-day;
There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.
I think there's never a man in Christendom
That can less hide his love or hate than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
DERBY:
What of his heart perceive you in his face
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?