- not, my lord; I'll play the orator, -n fee, for which I plead,

lf: and fo, my lord, adieu.

thrive well, bring them to Baynard's castle; il find me well accompanied,

fathers, and well-learned bishops. and, towards three or four o'clock, Lews that the Guild-hall affords.

[Exit BUCKINGHAM,

-

ovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,AT.] to friar Penker;-bid them both in this hour, at Baynard's castle.

[Exeunt LOVEL and CATESBY,

to take some privy order

rats of Clarence out of fight; otice, that no manner of perfon e, recourse unto the princes.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE VI.

A Street.

Enter a Scrivener.

Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings; Which in a fet hand fairly is engrofs'd,

That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.

And mark how well the fequel hangs together:
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,
For yefternight by Catesby was it fent 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!-Who is fo grofs,
That cannot fee this palpable device?

Yet who'fo bold, but fays-he fees it not?

Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When fuch bad dealing must be seen in thought. [Exit.

SCENE VII.

The fame. Court of Baynard's Caftle.

Enter GLOSTER, and BUCKINGHAM, meeting.

Glo. How now, how now? what fay the citizens?
Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,

The citizens are mum, fay not a word.

Glo. Touch'd you the baftardy of Edward's children? Buck. I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,

And his contract by deputy in France:

The infatiate greedinefs of his defires,

And

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,-
Being the right idea of your father,

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

I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry-God fave Richard, England's royal king !
Glo. And did they fo?

Buck. No, fo God help me, they spake not a word;
But, like dumb ftatuas, or breathless stones,

Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.

Which when I faw, I reprehended them;

And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful filence:
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 faith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, fome followers of mine own,
'At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And fome ten voices cry'd, God fave king Richard!
And thus I took the vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
This general applaufe, and cheerful bout,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard;
And even here brake off, and came away.

Gla.

ood,

a word;

Glo. I go; And if you plead as well
As I can fay nay to thee for myself,
No doubt we'll bring it to a happy iffue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lo

filence:

Gard!

Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, a

Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance
I think, the duke will not be spoke with

Enter, from the Caftle, CATE

Now, Catesby? what fays your lord to m
Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my
To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
He is within, with two right reverend fat
Divinely bent to meditation;
And in no worldly fuit would he be mov
To draw him from his holy exercise.

Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the g Tell him, myself, the mayor and alderm In deep defigns, in matter of great mom

England, would this virtuous prince felf the fovereignty thereof;

fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.

-y, God defend his grace should say us nãy! r, he will: Here Catesby comes again ;—

Re-enter CATESBY.

- what fays his grace?

onders to what end you have assembled of citizens to come to him,

being warn'd thereof before: lord, you mean no good to him. I am, my noble coufin fhould hat I mean no good to him : we come to him in perfect love; more return and tell his grace.

nd devout religious men

[Exit CATESBY,

beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; alous contemplation.

Enter

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