Glos. So dear I loved the man, that I must weep.

I took him for the plainest harmless creature,
That breathed upon the earth a Christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:

So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-

I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,

He lived from all attainder of suspect.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd

traitor

That ever lived.

Look you, my lord mayor,
Would you imagine, or almost believe,
(Were 't not, that by great preservation
We live to tell it you) the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house,
To murder me and my good lord of Gloster?
Mayor. What! had he so?

Glos. What! think you we are Turks or infidels ?
Or that we would, against the form of law,
Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death;
But that the extreme peril of the case,

The peace of England, and our persons' safety,
Enforced us to this execution?

Mayor. Now, fair befal you! he deserved his

death;

And your good graces both have well proceeded,
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.

I never look'd for better at his hands

After he once fell in with mistress Shore.

Buck. Yet had we not determined he should die,

Until your lordship came to see his end;

Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented;
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess

The manner and the purpose of his treasons;
That you might well have signified the same
Unto the citizens, who, haply, may

Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.

Mayor. But, my good lord, your grace's word

shall serve,

As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens

With all your just proceedings in this case.

Glos. And to that end we wish'd your lordship

here,

To avoid the censures of the carping world.

Buck. But since you came too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intend: And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.

[Exit Lord Mayor.

Glos. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham. The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post : There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Infer the bastardy of Edward's children : Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, Only for saying, he would make his son Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house, Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so. Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,

And bestial appetite in change of lust;

Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,

wives,

Even where his lustful eye or savage heart,

Without control, listed to make his prey.

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :-
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,

My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found that the issue was not his begot;
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord: I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,

Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.

Glos. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's

castle,

Where you shall find me well accompanied
With reverend fathers and well-learned bishops.
Buck. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock,
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.

[Exit Buck.

Glos. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,― Go thou [to Cates.] 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

A street.

Enter SCRIVener.

Scri. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings;

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,
For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me;
The precedent 1 was full as long a doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings lived,
Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.

Here's a good world the while! Who is so gross,
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who so bold, but says he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to naught,
When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.2

[Exit.

Original draft.

• In silence.

SCENE VII.

The same. Court of Baynard's castle.

Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM meeting.

Glos. 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.

Glos. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?

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:
Laid 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!'
Glos. And did they so?

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a

word;