I will not dine until I see the same.
80 Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done:
[♦] The rest that love me, rise and follow me. [Exeunt all but Hastings, Ratcliff and Lovel.
Hast. Woe, woe for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
[♦] Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm;
[85] But I disdain’d it, and did scorn to fly:
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
[♦] And startled, when he look’d upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.