Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham. The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post :-- Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, And bestial appetite in change of lust; Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, wives, Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :- My princely father, then had wars in France; Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's castle; Where you shall find me well accompanied, Look for the news that the Guild-hall affords. [Exit BUCKINGHAM. 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. [Exit. SCENE VI.—A Street. Enter a Scrivener. Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hast ings; 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: Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, Here's a good world the while!-Who is so gross, [Exit. 5 SCENE VII.-The same. Court of Baynard's Castle. 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. Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil dren? Buck. I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy, 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 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;— Glo. What tongueless blocks were they! Would they not speak? Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come? 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 [Exit GLOSTER. knocks. Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. 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, Are come to have some conference with his grace. [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; |