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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! - Who is so gross,
That cannot fee this palpable device?
Yet who so bold, but says-he fees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,

When such bad dealing must be 'feen in thought.

SCENE

VII.

[Exit.

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Baynard's castle.

Enter Glofter, and Buckingham, at several doors.

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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.

Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil

dren?

Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy, And his contract by deputy in France:

feen in thought.] That is, seen in filence, without

notice or detection. JOHNSON.

lady Lucy,] The king had been familiar with this lady before his marriage, to obstruct which his mother alledged a pre-contract between them: "Wherupon, says the hiftorian, "dame Elizabeth Lucye was fente for, and albeit she was hy

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the kyng hys mother, and many other, put in good comfort " to affirme that she was assured to the kynge; yet when the was solempny sworne to say the truth, she confefsed she was never enfured. Howbeit, she sayd his grace spake suche " loving wordes to her, that she verily hoped that he would "have maried her; and that yf fuch kynde woordes had not " bene, she woulde never have shewed such kindnesse to him "to lette hym so kyndely gette her wyth chylde." Hall,

Edw. V. fo. 19. REMARKS.

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The infatiate greediness of his defires,
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:
Laid 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 toward end,
I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry-God Save Richard, England's royal king!
Glo. And did they so ?

Buck. No, fo 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 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, some 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 opplause, and chearful 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?

Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?

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Buck.

Buck. The mayor is here at hand; 3 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.

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Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them,

*As I can say nay to thee for myfelf;

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

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

[Exit Glofter.

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;

intend some fear;) Perhaps, pretend; though intend

will stand in the sense of giving attention. JOHNSON.

One of the ancient senses of to intend was certainly to pretend. So, in fc. v. of this act:

Tremble and start at wagging of à straw,
Intending deep fufpicion. STEEVENS.

* As I can say, nay to thee,] I think it must be read :
if you plead as well for them

As I must say, nay to them for myself. JOHNSON. Perhaps the change is not necessary. Buckingham is to plead for the citizens; and if (says Richard) you speak for them as plausibly as I in my own person, or for my own purposes, shall seem to deny your fuit, there is no doubt but we shall bring all to a happy issue. STEEVENS..

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And

And in no worldly fuit 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 fignify so much unto him straight. [Exit.
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an

Edward!

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation;

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Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not fleeping, 5 to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful foul:
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince
Take on himself the fovereignty thereof;
But, fure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.

Mayor. Marry, God defend his grace should fay us nay!

Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes again:

Re-enter Catesby.

Catesby, what says your lord?

Cates. He wonders to what end you have assembled 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 me, that I mean no good to him: By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; And fo once more return and tell his grace.

When holy and devout religious men

[Exit Catesby.

5to engross-] To fatten; to pamper. JOHNSON.

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Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Enter Glofter above, between two Bishops. Catesby

returns.

Mayor. 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: 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-chriftian zeal.

Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology;

I rather do beseech you pardon me,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Deferr'd the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above,
And all good men of this ungovern'd ifle.

Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, -
That feems disgracious in the city's eye;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

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Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please

your grace,

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 refign

The fupreme feat, the throne majestical,
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,

two Bishops.] " At the last he came out of his cham" bre, and yet not doune to theim, but in a galary over theim, " with a bishop on every hande of hym, where thei beneth might se hym and speke to hym, as thoughe he woulde not yet come nere them til he wift what they meante, &c." Hall's Chronicle. FARMER,

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