Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,

And bestial appetite in change of lust;

Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,

wives,

Even where his ranging eye, or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his prey.

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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,
Found, 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;

Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. 550
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 Baynard'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.

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Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw— Go thou to friar Penker ;--bid them both Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.

[Exeunt LOVEL, and CATESBY.

Now

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.

[Exit.

SCENE VI.

A Street. Enter a Scrivener.

Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord

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 the while ?-

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-Who is so gross,

That cannot see this palpable device?

Yet who so bold, but says-he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.

[Exit.

SCENE

Baynard's Castle.

SCENE VII.

Enter GLOSTER, and BUCKINGHAM, at several Doors.

Glo. How now, how now ? what say the citizens? Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, 581 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 contract by deputy in France:
The ensatiate 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.
Withal, I did infer your lineaments

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Being the right idea of your father,

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 toward end,

I bade them, that did love their country's good, 600
Cry-God save Richard, England's royal king!

Glo. And did they so?

Buck.

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statues, or unbreathing stones, Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Which when I saw, I reprehended them;

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And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence?
His answer was the people were not us'd
To be spoke to, but by the recorder.
Then he was urg'd 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 cry'd, 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?

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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 requests;
Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.
Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them, 630

As

As I can say nay to thee for myself;

No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.

Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord-mayor

knocks.

[Exit GLOSTER.

Enter the Lord-Mayor, and Citizens.

Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here;
I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.—

Enter CATESBY.

Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request? Cates. 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;

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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;

Tell him, myself, the mayor, and aldermen,
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his grace.
Cates. I'll signify so much unto him straight.

[Exit. Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Ed

ward!

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,

But on his knees at meditation;

I

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