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Glo. Touch'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 usd 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 inferrid;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
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,
[Exit Glo. 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 grace.
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. [Exit.
May. Marry, God defend his grace should say us
Buck. I fear, he will : Here Catesby comes again;
Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Cate. He wonders to what end you have assembled
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should
Bishops. Catesby returns. May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two cler
gymen! Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity : And, see, 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 rather do beseech you pardon me,
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, And all good men of this ungovern'd isle.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, That seems disgracious in the city's eye; And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please
your grace, On our entreaties, to amend your fault !
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign