[Exit.]
RICHARD.
Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[They move aside.]
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
And finds the testy gentleman so hot
That he will lose his head ere give consent
His master’s child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England’s throne.
BUCKINGHAM.
Withdraw yourself awhile. I’ll go with you.
[Exeunt Richard and Buckingham.]
STANLEY.
We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
Tomorrow, in my judgement, is too sudden,
For I myself am not so well provided
As else I would be, were the day prolonged.
Enter Bishop of Ely.
ELY.
Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester?
I have sent for these strawberries.
HASTINGS.
His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning.
There’s some conceit or other likes him well
When that he bids good morrow with such spirit.
I think there’s never a man in Christendom
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he,
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.