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Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:—
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's
Where you shall find me well accompanied,
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, Look for the news that the Guild-hall affords.
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 Lmel 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. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.
Servo. Here is the indictment of the good lord
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
The Same. Court of Baynarfs Castle.
Glo. How now, how now? what say the citizens?
Crlo. Tonch'd you the bastardy of Edward's child
Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy,
Glo. And did they so?
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statuas, or breathless 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: 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 saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; Would
they not speak? 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:
Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them,
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks. [Exit Glo.
Enter the Lard Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.
Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here;
Enter, from t\e 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 grace.
Cate. I'll signify 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; Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, But meditating with two deep divines; Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: Happy were England, would this virtuous prince Take on himself the sovereignty thereof; 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;—