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Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the holy privilege
Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

Buck, You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditional:
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place:
This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd
it;

And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it:
Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;
But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.
Card. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind for

once.

Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me? Hast. I go, my lord.

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste

you may. [Exeunt Card. and Hast. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought

most fit

For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.

Glo. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long. [Aside.

Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. mo, lize the formal vice, Iniquityrd.

I moralize two meanings

one

Aside.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man: With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his valour live. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life. I'll tell you what, my cousin BuckinghamBuck. What, my gracious lord ? Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. [Aside.

Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York.

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you

now.

Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my lord. York. And therefore is he idle 7 Glo O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me as in a kinsman." York. I pray you, uncle, then give me this dagger.

Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my heart.

Prince. A beggar, brother?

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it?
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light
gifts:

In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little
lord ?

York. I would, that I might thank you as you
call me.
Glo. How?

York. Little.

Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk;

Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with

me:

Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your
shoulders.

Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My gracious lord, will 't please you pass
along?

Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Will to your mother; to entreat of her,
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my

lord?

Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandan told me, he was murder'd there.

Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.
But come my lord, and, with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
I

[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal,
and Attendants.

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating
York

Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them rest.-
Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn
As deeply to effect what we intend,
As closely to conceal what we impart :
Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;
What think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter
To make William Lord Hastings of our mind,
For the instalment of this noble duke
In the seat royal of this famous isle?

Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,

That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ?

will not he?

Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Catesby,

And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings,
How he doth'stand affected to our purpose;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
To sit about the coronation.

If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination:
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
Glo. Commend me to Lord William: tell him,
Catesby,

His ancient knot of dangerons adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business
soundly.

Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I

can.

Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?

Cate. You shall, my lord.

Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. [Exit Catesby. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive

Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we will do:

And, look, when 1 am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.

Glo. 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. SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' House. Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, my lord,- [Knocking.
Hast. [Within.] Who knocks?
Mess.
One from Lord Stanley.
Hast. [Within.] What is 't o'clock ?
Mess. Upon the stroke of four.

Enter Hastings.

Hast. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights ?

Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then,

Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt To-night the boar had rased off his helm: Besides, he says, there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the

other.

Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,

If presently, you will take horse with him,
And with all speed post with him toward the
north,

To shun the danger that his soul divines.
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Bid him not fear the separated councils:
His honour, and myself, are at the one;
And, at the other, is my good friend, Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance:
And for his dreams-I wonder, he's so fond
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar to follow us,
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;

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Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring :

What news, what news, in this our tottering state?

Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; And, I believe, will never stand upright, Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. Hast. How! wear the garland? dost thou mean the crown?

Cate. Ay, my good lord

Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders,

Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you
forward

Upon his party, for the gain thereof:
And, thereupon he sends you this good news,—
That, this same very day, your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries:
But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death.
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious
mind !

Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence,

That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy.

Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it Hast. O, monstrous, monstrous! and so falls

it out

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row, Catesby:

You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
I do not like these several councils, I.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you
do yours;

And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as 1 am 7

Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,

Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,

And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast.
This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!
What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is
spent.

Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you what, my lord? 1

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But come, my lord, let's away.

Enter a Pursuivant. Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt Stan. and Catesby. How now, sirrah? how goes the world with thee? Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask.

Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet:

Then I was 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.
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good

content!

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Enter Buckingham.

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Is to determine of the coronation :

In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
Stan. They are; and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind
herein ?
Who is most inward with the noble duke?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest
know his mind.

Buck. We know each other's faces; for our He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; hearts,Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine: Hast. 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

Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham-His gracious pleasure any way therein:

berlain?

Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy

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SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Castle. Enter Ratcliff, with a Guard, conducting Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, to execution.

Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.

this,

But you, my noble lord, may name the time; And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.

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His lordship knows me well, and loves me
well.-

Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there:
I do beseech you, send for some of them.

To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,

For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my

of you!

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry wo for this

hereafter.

Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out.
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody
prison,

Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
Richard the Second here was hack'd to death:
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our
heads,

When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and 1,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'd
she Buckingham.

heart. [Exit Ely. Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. [Takes him aside Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business And finds the testy gentleman so hot, His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, That he will lose his head, ere give consent, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with

you. [Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph.

For I myself am not so well provided,
To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter Bishop of Ely.

Ely. Where is my lord protector 7 I have sent For these strawberries.

Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth
this morning;

There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.
1 think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is
offended;

For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

Re-enter Gloster and Buckingham.
Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?

Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my
lord,

Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be, say, my lord, they have deserved death.

Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their
evil,

Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
lord,-

As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep trage-
dian;

Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?

Glo. He is; and see, he brings the mayor along.
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby.
Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord
mayor,

Glo. Look to the drawbridge there.
Buck.

Hark, hark! a drum.
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent
for you,-

Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.
Buck. God and our innocence defend and
guard us!

Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' Head.
Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and
Lovel.

Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep
I took him for the plainest harmless creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a christian;
Glo. If thou protector of this damned strum-Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
pet,

Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?-Thou art a traitor:-
Off with his head: now, by Saint Paul, I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.-
Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done;
The rest that love me, rise and follow me.

[Exeunt Council, with Glo. and Buck. Hast. Wo! wo, for England! not a whit for

me;

For I, too fond, might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm;
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse
stumble,

did

And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies,
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cate Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at
dinner;

Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to

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The history of all her secret thoughts:
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,-
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shel-
ter'd traitor

That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor,
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
(Were't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor
This day had plotted in the council-house,
To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster?
May. What! had he so?

Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels,
Or that we would against the form of law
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
But that the extreme peril of the case,
The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Enforc'd us to this execution?

May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his

death;

And your good graces both have well proceeded,
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
I never look'd for better at his hands,
After he once fell in with mistress Shore.
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die,
Until your lordship came to see his end;
Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented;
Because, my lord, we would have had
you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons;
That you might well have signified the same
Unto the citizens, who haply, may

Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
May. But, my good lord, your grace's word
shall serve,
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
here,

To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent,
Yet witness what you hear we did intend:
And sc my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.
[Exit Lord Mayo.

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Withal, I did infer your lineaments,

Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all Being the right idea of your father,"

post:

There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen,
Only for saying-he would make his son
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed his house,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
And bestial appetite in change of lust;
Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,
wives,

Even where his lustful eye, or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his prey.
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:-
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Fonnd that the issue was not his begot;
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Becanse, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay-
nard's castle;

Where you shall find me well accompanied,
With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops.
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock,
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.

[Exit Buckingham.
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,
Go thou [to Cat.] to friar Penker;-bid them both
Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
[Exeunt Lovel and Catesby.

Now will I in, to take some privy order
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
And to give notice, that no manner of person
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes.

SCENE VI. A Street.

Enter a Scrivener.

[Exit.

Both in your form and nobleness of mind:
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
And, when my oratory grew to an end,

I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry,-God save Richard, England's royal
king!

Glo. And did they so?

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a
word;

But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful si-
lence;

His answer was,-the people were not us'd
To be spoke to, but by the recorder.
Then he was urged to tell my tale again:
Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own,
At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cried, God save King
Richard!

And thus I took the vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
This general applause and cheerful shout,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard;
And even here brake off and came away.
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they: Would
they not speak?

Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?
Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend some
fear;

Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit;
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And stand between two churchmen, good my
lord;

For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
And be not easily won to our request;

Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take
it.

Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them,

Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord As I can say nay to thee for myself,

Hastings;

Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
And mark how well the sequel hangs together:-
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,
For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me;
The precedent was full as long a doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
Here's a good world he while!-Who is so gross,
That cannot see this a paдe Levice?
Yet who so bold, bu rays-he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.

SCENE VII.

[Exit.

The same. Court of Baynard's Castle.
Enter Gloster and Buckingham meeting.

No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
[Exit Gloster.

knocks.
Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.
Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here:
I think the duke will not be spoke withal.-

Enter from the Castle, Catesby.
Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my re
quest?

Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble
lord,

To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation;

And in no worldly suit would he be mov❜d,
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious
duke:

Glo. How now, how now ? what say the citi-Tell him, myself. the mayor, and aldermen, zens?

Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's
children?

Buck. I did, with his contract with Lady Lucy,
And his contra: by deputy in France:
The insatiate greediness of his desires,
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-
As being got, your father then in France:
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.

In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his
grace.

Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.

Erit.

Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an
Edward!

He is not lolling on a lewd-day bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans
But meditating with two deep divines ;

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