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But like dumb statues, or unbreathing stones,
Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale;
Which when I saw, I reprehended them,
And ask'd the May'r, what meant this wilful silence ?
His Answer was, the People were not usd
To be spoke to, except by the Recorder.
Then he was urg'd to tell my Tale again:
Thus faith the Duke, thus hail the Duke inferr'd,
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, fome followers of mine own,
At lower end o'ch'Hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cry'd, God save kind Richard !
And thus I took the vantage of those few.
Thanks, gentle citizens and friends, quoth I,
This general applause and chearful shout
Argues your wisdom, and yonr love to Richard.
And even here brake off, and came away.
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they, would they
Will not the Mayor then and his brethren come ?
Buck. The Mayor is here at hand; ' intend some
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 build 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,
As I can say, nay to chee, for myself;
No doubt, we'll bring it to a happy issue. (Exit Glo.
Buck. Go, go up to the leads, the Lord Mayor
9 Intend some fear.] Perhaps If you plead as well for pretend; though intend will stand
them in the sense of giving attention. As I must say nay to them for
As I can say, nay to thee.] I myfulf. think it muit be read, Vol. V.
Enter Lord Mayor, and Citizens. -Welcome, my Lord. I dance attendance here; I think, the Duke will not be spoke withal.
Enter Catesby. Buck. Catesby, what says your Lord to my request?
Cates. He doth intreat 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 suits would he bę mov'd, To draw him from his holy exercise.
Buck. Keturn, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke; Tell bim, myself, the Mayor and Aldermen, In deep designs, in matter of great moment, No less importing than our gen’ral Good, Are come to have some conf'rence with his Grace.
Cates. I'll lignify so much unto him strait. [Exit. Buck. Ah, ah! my Lord,' this Prince, is not an
Edward; He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed, But on his knees at meditation ; , Not dullying with a brace of Curtezans, But meditating with two deep Divines ; Not neeping, 'to engrofs his idle body, But praying, to enrich his watchful soul, Happy were England, would this virtuous Prince Take on his Grace the Sov'reignty thereof; But, fure, I fear, we shall not win hiin to it. Mayor. Marry, God shield, his Grace should say
us, nay! Buck. I fear, he will; here Catesby comes again.
To engrofs.] To fatten; to pamper.
Enter Catesby. Catesby, what says his Grace ?
Cates. He wonders to what end you have affeinbled Such troops
of Citizens to come to him,
His Grace not being warn’d thereof before.
He fears, my Lord, you mean no good to him.
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble Cousin should
Suspect ine, that I mean no good to him ;
By heav'n, we come to him in perfect love,
And so once more return, and tell his Grace.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous Contemplation.
Enter Gloucester above, between two Bishops.
Catesby returns. Mayor. See, where his Grace stands 'tween two
Buck. Two props of Virtue, for a Christian Prince;
To stay him from the fall of Vanity;
And fee, a book of prayer in his hand,
True ornaments to know a holy man.
-Famous Plantagenet! most gracious Prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requests ;
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy devotion and right-christian zeal.
Glo. My Lord, there needs no such apology,
I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Deferr'd the visitation of my friends.
Bue, leaving this, what is your Grace's pleasure ?
Buck. Ev’n that, I hope, which pleaseth Gou above, And all good men of this ungovero'd Ine.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence,
That seem disgracious in the City's eye;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
Buck. You have, my Lord; would it might pleafe
On our entreaties, to amend your fault.
Glo. Elfe wherefore breathe I in a Christian Land?
Buck. Know then, it is your fault that you resign The supream Seat, the Throne majestical, The scepter's Office of your Ancestors, Your State of fortune, and your due of Birth, The lineal Glory of your royal House, To the corruption of a blemish'd Stock, While in the mildness of your neepy thoughts, Which here we waken to our Country's Good, The noble lle doth want her
Her face defac'd with scars of Infamy,
Her royal Scock graft with ignoble plants,
. And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulph
Of dark forgetfulness, and deep oblivion;
Which to re-cure, we heartily follicit
Your gracious felf to take on you the Charge
And kingly Government of this your Land,
Not as Protector, Steward, Substitute,
Or lowly Factor for another's gain,
But as fuccessively, from blood to blood,
Your Right of Birth, your Empery, your own
For this, conforted with the Citizens,
Your very worshipful and loving friends,
And by their vehement instigation,
In this just suit come I to move your Grace.
Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
2 And almost shoulder’d in the Almof foeulder'd into th' jwalswallozving gulf
lowing gulph. Oj dark forgetfulness.] What I believe we should read, it is to be fulderd in a gulph, And almost fmoolder'd in the Herner is the only Editor who swallowing gulph. feems not to have known: for That is, almost icihs: d, coverthe rest let it país without obser- ed and lost. vacion. He reads,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree, or your condition.
For not to answer, you might, haply, think,
Tongue-ty'd Ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of Sov’reignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me.
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
Therefore to speak, and to avoid the first,
And then, in speaking, not incur the last,
Definitively thus I answer you.
Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert,
Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the Crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth ;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
So mighty and so many my defects,
That I would rather hide ine from my Greatness,
Being a Bark to brook no mighty Sea,
Than in my Greatness cover to be hid,
And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me,
? And much I need to help you, were there Need ;
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
Will well become the seat of Majesty;
And make us, doubtless, happy by his Reign.
On him I lay what you would lay on me,
The Right and Fortune of his happy stars ;
Which, God defend, that I should wring from him!
Buck. My Lord, this argues conscience in your
But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumstances well considered.
3 And much I need 10 help you.] requisite to give you help, if And I want much of the ability help were needed,