HASTINGS Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?
To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
LORD STANLEY They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
Than some that have accused them wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let us away.
[Enter a Pursuivant]
HASTINGS Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY]
How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
Pursuivant The better that your lordship please to ask.
HASTINGS I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now
Than when I met thee last where now we meet:
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies;
But now, I tell thee--keep it to thyself--
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e'er I was.
Pursuivant God hold it, to your honour's good content!
HASTINGS Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.
[Throws him his purse]
Pursuivant God save your lordship!
[Exit]
[Enter a Priest]
Priest Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
[He whispers in his ear]
[Enter BUCKINGHAM]
BUCKINGHAM What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
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