CATESBY.
My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
RICHARD.
Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
CATESBY.
You shall, my lord.
RICHARD.
At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
[Exit Catesby.]
BUCKINGHAM.
Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
RICHARD.
Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do.
And look when I am king, claim thou of me
The earldom of Hereford, and all the movables
Whereof the King my brother was possessed.
BUCKINGHAM.
I’ll claim that promise at your Grace’s hand.
RICHARD.
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.]