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Because, my lord, we would have had
Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall As well as I had seen, and heard him speak: [serve, And do not doubt, right noble princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship here, To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intend: And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.
[Exit Lord Mayor.
Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post :-
And bestial appetite in change of lust.
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 Where you shall find me well accompanied, [castle; 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.
1 One Walker, a substantial citizen and grocer, at the Crown in Cheapside.
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,Go thou [To CAT.] to friar Penker;-bid them both Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
[Exeunt LOVEL and CATESBY. 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.
SCENE VI.-A street.
Enter a Scrivener.
Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord 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:-
Edward, earl of Warwick, and Margaret, afterwards countess of Salisbury. These fell a sacrifice afterwards, the former to the cruel jealousy of Henry VII., and the latter to the capricious tyranny of Henry VIII.
2 The original draft from which the engrossment was made. That is, in silence.
SCENE VII.-The same. Court of Baynard's
Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, meeting.
Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens? Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
The citizens are mum, say not a word.
[dren? Glo. Touched you the bastardy of Edward's chilBuck. I did;
Withal, I did infer your lineaments,
Being the right idea of your father,
I bade them, that did love their country's good,
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;
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence!
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again;—
A castle in Thames-street, which had belonged to Richard, duke of York, and at this time was the property of Edward V.
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I,
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; Would they not speak?
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?
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, Aldermen, and Citizens. Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here; I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.
Enter, from the castle, CATESBY.
Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request? Cate. 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;
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
1i. e. pretend.
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an EdHe is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should say us nay!
Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes again;Re-enter Catesby.
Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before,
[Exit CATESBY. When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence;
Enter GLOSTER, in a gallery above, between two
May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two clergymen!
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity:
To engross, to fatten, to pamper.