Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with you. [Exeunt GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Stan. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; For I myself am not so well provided, As else I would be, were the day prolong'd. Re-enter Bishop of Ely. Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent For these strawberries. Hast. His grace looks chearfully and smooth this There's some conceit or other likes him well, Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For, were he, he had shown it in his looks. Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil; And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, : That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. [Exeunt Council, with GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner; Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim. Hast. O, bloody Richard !-miserable England! I prophecy the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched hath look'd upon.— age Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; SCENE V.-The same. The Tower Walls. Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured. Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour? Murder thy breath in middle of a word,— As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror? At any time, to grace my stratagems. But what, is Catesby gone? Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. Enter the Lord Mayor and CATESBY. Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.-Lord mayor,— Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there. Buck. Hark, hark! a drum. Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for you,— Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us! Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with HASTINGS's head. So smooth he daub'd his vice, with show of virtue, I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor That ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor, Would you imagine, or almost believe, Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels ? Or that we would, against the form of law, The peace of England, and our persons' safety, May. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd 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 determin'd he should die, Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak ; With all your just proceedings in this case. Glo. 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. |