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, 540 Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :— Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. 550 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, [Exit BUCKINGHAM. 560 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 [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:- 570 -Who is so gross, That cannot see this palpable device? Yet who so bold, but says-he sees it not? [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, 599 Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind: I bade them, that did love their country's good, 600 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; 610 And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence? 620 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: 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; 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; 640 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, [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 650 Not |