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

ren?

Buck. I did ; with his contract with lady Lucy,
And his contract by deputy in France :
The insatiate greediness of his desires,
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 discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse.
And, when my oratory grew to an 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, 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;

their caps,

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
And some ten voices cry'd, God save king Richard !
And thus I took the vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
This general applause, and cheerful 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?

Buck. The mayor is here at hand; 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.

Glo. I go; And if you plead as well for them,
As I can say nay to thee for myself,
No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
knocks.

[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.
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Ed-

ward!
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;

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 :
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 so once more return and tell his grace.

[Exit Catesby.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Enter Gloster, in a gallery, above, between two

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,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Neglect 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 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
The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
The lineal glory of your royal house,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts,
(Which here we waken to our country's good,)
The noble isle doth want her

proper limbs;
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.
Which to recure, we heartily solicit
Your gracious self to take on you the charge
And kingly government of this your land:
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