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Can from his mother win the duke of York, York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid But you have power in me as in a kinsman. We should infringe the holy privilege

York. I pray you, uncle, then give me this Or blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,

dagger Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, heart Too ceremonious, and traditional:

Prince. A beggar, brother 7 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; You break not sanctuary in scizing him. And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. The benefit thereof is always granted

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? And those who have the wit to claim the place :) Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd York. 0 then, I see, you'll part but with light

gifts : And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : In weightier things yon'll say a beggar, nay. Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. You break no privilege nor charter there. York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men ;

Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.

lord ? Card. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind for York. I would, that I might thank you as you

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

York. Little. Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste Prince My lord of York will still be cross in

you may [Ereunt Card. and Hast. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Uncle, my brother mocks hoth you and me; Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Because that I am little, like an ape, Then where you please, and shall be thought He thinks that you should bear me on your most fit

shoulders. For your best health and recreation.

Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he Prínce. I do not like the Tower, of any place : reasons! Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ? To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Glo. He did, my gracions lord, begin that place; He prettily and aptly taunts himself : Which, since, succeeding ages have re-editied. So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. Prince. Is it upon record 1 or else reported Glo. My gracious lord, will ' please you pass Successively from age to age, tre built it?

along ? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Myself

, and my good cousin Buckingham, Prince. But say, my lord, it were uot register'd; Will to your mother; to entreat of her, Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. As 'lwere retail'd to all posterity,

York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Even to the general all-ending day.

lord ? Glo. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so.

(Aside. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the 'Tower. Prince. What say you, uncle ?

Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear ? Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. York. Marry, my uncle Clarence'angry ghost; Iniquity,

. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man: Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. With what his valour did enrich his wit, Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. His wit set down to make his valour live. But come my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; Thinking on them, gol unto the Tower. For now he lives in fame, though not in life.' [Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham

and Attendants. Buck. What, my gracious lord ?

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Prince. An if I live until I be a man,

York
I'll win our ancient righ: in France again, Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

To taunt and scorn yon thus opprobriously? Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward Glo. No doubt, no doubt : 0, 'uis a parlous boy ; spring

(Aside. Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;

He's all the mother's from the top to toe. Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.

Buck. Well, let them rest.Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn of York

As deeply to effect what we intend, Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving As closely to conceal what we impart: brother?

Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way; York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you what think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter now.

To make William Lord Hastings of our mind,
Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is yours: For the instalment of this noble duke
Too late he died that might have kept thai title, In the seat royal of this famous isle ?
Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the

Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? prince,
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, That he will not be won to aught against him.
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth : Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ?
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. will not he?
Glo. He hath, my lord.

Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. York.

And therefore is he idle ?) Buck. Well then, no more but this : Go, gentle Glo 0, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

Catesby,

long;

I moralize two meanings in one ord. } Aside

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And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings, and we will both together to the Tower,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose; Where, he shall see,

the boar will use us kindly. And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you To sit about the coronation.

say.

[Erit If thou dost find him tractable to us,

Enter Catesby.
Eucourage him, and tell him all our reasons :
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Be thou so too, and so break off the talk, Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early And give us notice of his inclination:

stirring : For we tomorrow hold divided councils, What news, what news, in this our tottering Wherein thyself shalt highly be employd.

state?' Glo. Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Catesby,

And, I believe, will never stand upright, His ancient knot of dangerons adversaries Till Richard wear the garland of the realm. To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle ; Hast. How! wear the garland ? dost thou mean And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,

the crown ? Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Cate. Ay, my good lor! Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from soundly.

my shoulders, Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed Before I'll see the crown so fonl misplac'd.

But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you sleep?

forward Cate. You shall, my lord.

Upon his party, for the gain thereof: Glo. Ai Crosby-place, there shall you find us And, thereupon he sends you this good news,both.

(Exit Catesby. That, this same very day, your enemies, Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. perceive

Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Because they have been still my adversaries : Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, will do

To bar my master's heirs in true descent, And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me God knows, I will not do it, to the death.

The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.

mind! Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hand.

hence, Glo. And look to have it yielded with all That they, who brought me in my master's hate, kindnese.

I live to look upon their tragedy. Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, We may digest our complots in some form. I'll send some packing, that yet think not out.

[Exeunt. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,

When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' House.

Hast. O, monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls Enter a Messenger.

it out

With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and sn 'twill do Mess. My lord, my lord, - [Knocking. With some men else, who think themselves as Hast. Within.) Who knocks?

safe Mess.

One from Lord Stanley. As thou, and I; wbo, as thon know'st, are dear Hast. (Within.) What is 't o'clock ?

To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Mess. Upon the stroke of four.

Cate. The princes both make high account of

you, Enter Hastings.

For they account his head upon the bridges. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep these tedious

| Aside nights?

Hasl. I know, they do, and I have well de Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. serv'd it First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then,

Enter Stanley Mess. And then be sends you word, he dreamt Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, To-night the boar had rased off his helm :

man ? Besides, he says, there are two councils held; Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided ? And that may be determin'd at the one,

Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good mor Which may make you and him to rue at the row, Catesby : other.

You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, Therefore he sends to know your lordship's I do not like these several councils, I. pleasure,

Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you If presently, you will take horse with him,

do yours; And with all speed post with him toward the And never, in my life, I do protest, north,

Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: To shun the danger that his soul divines. Think you, but that I know our state secure, Hast. Go, fellow, go, return nnto thy lord ; I would be so triumphant as I am ? Bid him not fear the separated councils :

Stan. The lords ai Pomfret, when they rode His honour, and myself, are at the one;

from London, And, at the other, is my good friend, Catesby; Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,

sure, Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance: But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast. And for his dreams--I wonder, he's so fond This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward! To fly the boar, bet re the boar pursues,

What, shall we toward the Tower ? the day is Were to incense the boar to follow us,

spent. And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you Go, bit thy master rise and come to me ;

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To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Then curs'd she Richard :-0, remember, God, Stan. They, for their truth, might belter wear To hear her prayers for them, as now for us! their heads,

And for my sister, and her princely sons,Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods, hats.

Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt! But come, my lord, let's away.

Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.

Riv. Come, Grey,---come Vaughan,-letus
Enter a Pursuivant.

here embrace :
Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.
fellow. {Exeunt Stan, and Catesby;

(Exeunt.
How now, sirrah ? how goes the world with thee?
Purs. The better, that your lordship please to SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower.
ask.

Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, the Bishop of
Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Ely, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a
Than when thou met'st me last where now we Table ; Officers of the Council attending.
meet:

Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are
Then I was going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies;

Isto determine of the coronation :
But now I tell thee, (kcep it to thy self,)

In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
This day those enemies are put to death,

Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time? And I in better state than e'er I was.

Stan. They are; and wants but nomination. Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. content !

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind Hast. Gramercy, fellow; There, drink that

herein ? for me. [ Throwing him his purse. Who is most inward with the noble duke ? Purs. I thank your houour.

Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest [Erit Pursuivant.

know his mind. Enter a Priest.

Buck. We know each other's faces; for our Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your he knows no more of mine, than I of yours ;

hearts,honour. Hast. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine : heart.

Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves me I am in your debt for your last exercise ;

well;
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content yon.

But, for his purpose in the coronation,
Enter Buckingham.

I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham. His gracious pleasure any way therein:
berlain

But you, my noble lord, may name the time; Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; and in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy

Enter Gloster.
man,
The men you talk of came into my mind. Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke him.
What, go you toward the Tower ?

self.
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good

there :
I shall return before your lordship thence. I have been long a sleeper : but, I trust,
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. My absence doth neglect no great design,
Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st Which by my presence might have been con-
it not.

(Aside. cluded.
Come, will you go
3

Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my
Hast.
I'll wait upon your lordship. lord,
(Eseunt. William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your

part,
SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Castle.

I mean, your voice,---for crowning of the king. Enter Ratcliff, with a Guard, conducting Rivers,

Glo. Than my Lord Hastings, no man might

be bolder: Grey, and Vaughan, to execution.

His lordship knows me well, and loves me Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.

well.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
this, -

I saw good strawberries in your garden there :
To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

I do beseech you, send for some of them.
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my

Erit Ely.
of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with your

(Takes him aside Vaugh. You live, that shall cry wo for this Cateshy hath sounded Hastings in our business

hereafter.
Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out.

And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
Rio. O Pomfret, Pomfret! o thou bloody His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,

That he will lose his head, ere give consent,
prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers!

Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.

Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with
Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
Richard the Second here was hack'd to death :

you. Ereunt Gloster and Buckingham.

Stan. We have not yet set down this day of
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,

triumph.
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our For I myself am not so well provided,

Tomorrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,

As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.

Re-enter Bishop of Ely. Riv. Thed curs'd she Hastings, then curs'a Ely: Where is my lord protector ? I have sent she Buckingham.

For these strawberries.

morrow:

for you,

Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth As if thon wert distranght, and mad with terror? this morning;

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep trageThere's some conceit or other likes him well,

dian;
When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he; Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks
For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Are at my service, like enforced smiles;

Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face, And both are ready in their offices,
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?

At any time to grace my stratagems.
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is But what, is Catesby gone ?
offended;

Glo. He is; and see, he brings the mayor along. For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.

Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby. Re-enter Gloster and Buckingham. Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve

mayor, That do conspire my death with devilish plots Glo. Look 'to the drawbridge there. Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Buck.

Hark, hark ! a drum. Upou my body with their hellish charms? Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Hast. 'l'he tender love I bear your grace, my Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent

lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. To doom the offenders : Whosoe'er they be, Buck. God and our innocence defend and say, my lord, they have deserved death.

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

Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' Head. Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold mine arm Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:

Lovel. And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble trailor, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble I took him for the plainest harmless creature, Iord,

That breath'd upon the earth a christian; Glo. If I thou protector of this damned strum. Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded pet,

The history of all her secret thoughts : Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?—Thou art a traitor :- So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, Off with his head : now, by Saint Paul, I swear That, his apparent open guilt omitted, I will not dine until I see the same.

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done; He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. The rest that love me, rise and follow me.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelExeunt Council, with Glo. and Buck. ter'd traitor Hast. Wo! wo, for England ! not a whit for That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, me;

Would you imagine, or almost believe, For 1, too fond, might have prevented this : (Were'i not, that by great preservation Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm; We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly.

This day had ploited in the council-house, Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did To murder me, and my good lord of Gloster ? stumble,

May. What! had he so? And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, Glo. What! think you we are Tarks, or infidels, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. Or that we would against the form of law 0, now I want the priest that spake to me : Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; I now repent I told the pursuivant,

But that the extreme peril of the case, As too triumphing, how mine enemies,

The peace of England, and our persons' safety, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, Enforc'd us to this execution ? And I'myself secure in grace and favour. May. Now, fair hefall you! he deserv'd his 0, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse death; Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head. And your good graces both have well proceeded, Caie Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at To warn false traitors from the like atempts. dinner ;

I never look'd for better at his hands, Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head. After he once fell in with mistress Shore. Ilast. ( momentary grace of mortal men, Buck. Yet had we not deterinin'd he should die, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Until your lordship came to see his end ; Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Which now the loving haste of these our frierds, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;

Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Becanse, my lord, we would have had you heard Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

The traitor speuk, and timorously confess Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to The manner and the purpose of his treasons; exclaim.

That you might well have signified the same Hast. O, bloody Richard l-miserable Eng. Unto ihe citizens, who haply, may. land;

Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee,

May. But, my good lord, your grace's word That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.

shall serve, Come, lead me to the block, bear hiin

my head; As well as I had seen, and heard him speak: They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. And do not doubt, right noble princes both,

[Exeunt. But l'll acquaint our duteous citizens SCENE V. The same. The Tower Walls.

With all your just proceedings in this case.

Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship Enter Gloster and Buckingham, in rusty ar here,

mour, marvellous ill favoured. To avoid the censures of the carping world. Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, change thy colour?

Yet witness what you hear we did intend: Murder thy breath in middle of a word, And sc my good lord mayor, we bid farewell. And then again begin, and stop again,

(Exit Lord Mayor

fear ;

Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham. Withal, I did infer your lineaments,The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all Being the right idea of your father, post :

Both in your form and nobleness of mind: There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Laid open all your victories in Scotland, Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, Tell them, how Édward put to death a citizen, Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; Only for saying-he would make his son Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed his house, Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse. Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. And, when my oratory grew to an end, Moreover, unge bois hate in buxury

I bade them, that did love their country's good, And bestial appetite in change of lust;

Cry,- God save Richard, England's royal Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, king! wives,

Glo. And did they so? Even where his lustful eye, or savage heart, Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a Without control, listed to make his prey.

word; Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :- Bnt, like dumb statnes, or breathless stones, Tell them, when that my mother went with child Stard on each other, and look?d deadly pale. Of that insatiate Edward, noble York, Which when I saw, I reprehended them ; My princely father, then had wars in France ; And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful siAnd, by just computation of the time,

lence ; Fonnd that the issue was not his begot;

His answer was,-the people were not us'd Which well appeared in his lineaments, To be spoke to, but by the recorder. Being nothing like the noble duke my father: Then he was urged to tell my tale again: Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off ; Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd; Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. But nothing spoke in warraut from himself. Buck. Loubt not, my lord; I'll

play the orator, When he had done, some followers of mine own, As if the golden feé, for which I plearl,

At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps, Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. And some ten voices cried, God save King Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay. Richard ! nard's castle ;

And thus I took the vantage of those few,Where you shall find me well accompanied, Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I; With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops. This general appliuse and cheerful shout,

Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard; Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. And even here brake off and came away.

(Exit Buckingham. Glo. What tongueless blocks were they : Would Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw, they not speak? Go thou (to Cat.) to friar Penker ;-bid them both Will not ihe mayor then, and his brethren, come? Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend some

(Ereunt Lovel and Catesby. Now will I in, to take some privy order

Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit ; To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, And to give notice, that no manner of person And stand between two churchmen, good my Have, any time, recourse unto the princes.

lord;
[Exit. For on that ground I'll make a holy descant :

And be not easily won to our request;
SCENE VI. A Street.

Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and tako
Enter a Scrivener.

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 ;

No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue. Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.

knocks. And mark how well the sequel hangs together :- Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.

(Exit Gloster. Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it sent mé; Welcome, my lord ; [ dance attendance here: The precedent was full as long a doing : I think the duke will not be spoke withal.And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.

Enter from the Castle, Catesby. Here's a good world do while !-Who is so gross, Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my re. That cannot see this papele Sevice?

quest? Yet who so bold, bu ruys-he sees it not ? Cate. He doth entrent your grace, my noble Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, Jord, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. To visit him tomorrow, or next day :

[Eril. He is within, with two right reverend fathers, SCENE VII.

Divinely bent to meditation ;

And in no worldly suit would he be mor'd, The same. Court of Baynard's Castle. To draw him from his holy exercise.

Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Enter Gloster and Buckingham meeting.

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

In deep designs, in matter of great moment, Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, No less importing than our general good, The citizens are mum, say not a word. Are come to have some conference with his Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's grace. children ?

Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. Buck. I did, with his contract with Lady Lucy,

(Erit. And his contr1: by deputy in France :

Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an The insatiate greediness of his desires,

Edward!
And his enforcement of ine city wives; He is not lolling on a lewd-day bed,
His tyranny for trifles ; bis own bastardy, But on his knees at meditation ;
As being got, your father then in France Not dallying with a brace of courtezang
And his resemblance, being not like the duke. But meditating with two deep divines;

zens ?

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