When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit.
I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Can leffer hide his love, or hate, than he;

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he fhow'd to-day?

Haft. 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,
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?

Haft. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble presence
To doom the offenders: Whofoe'er they be,
I fay, my lord, they have deferved death.

Glo. Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil,
Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm
Is, like a blasted fapling, wither'd up:

And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch,
Conforted with that harlot, ftrumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
Haft. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,--
Glo. If thou protector of this damned ftrumpet,
Talk'st thou to me of ifs?-Thou art a traitor :-
Off with his head :-now, by Saint Paul I fwear,
I will not dine until I fee the fame.-

Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done ;-
The reft, that love me, rife, and follow me.

[Exeunt Council, with GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Haft. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me;

fecure in grace and favour. Margaret, now thy heavy curfe poor Haftings' wretched head.

atch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner; fhrift, he longs to see your head.

mentary grace of mortal men,

ore hunt for than the grace of God! is hope in air of your fair looks, Hrunken failor on a mast;

every nod, to tumble down

bowels of the deep.

e, come, despatch; 'tis bootlefs to exclaim.
oody Richard !-miferable England!
he fearful'ft time to thee,

etched age hath look'd upon.

me to the block, bear him my head; me, who fhortly shall be dead.

[Exeunt.

:fe

be at dinner

d.

God!

to exclaim.

and!

ad;
[Exeur

SCENE

Murder thy breath in middle of a word
And then again begin, and ftop again,
As if thou wert distraught, and mad wi

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the dee
Speak, and look back, and pry on ever
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw
Intending deep suspicion : ghastly look
Are at my fervice, like enforced smiles
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?

Glo. He is; and, fee, he brings the m

Enter the Lord Mayor and CA

Buck. Let me alone to entertain him..
Glo. Look to the draw-bridge there.
Buck.
Har

Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we hav
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here ar
Buck. God and our innocence defend

aub'd his vice with fhow of virtue, rent open guilt omitted,—

verfation with Shore's wife,

all attainder of fufpect.

well, he was the covert'ft fhelter'd traitor

1.-Look you, my lord

mayor,

agine, or almost believe,
hat by great preservation
it you,) the subtle traitor
plotted, in the council-house,
and my good lord of Glofter?
had he fo?

think you we are Turks, or infidels?
uld, against the form of law,

afhly in the villain's death ; treme peril of the case,

England, and our perfons' fafety,

this execution?

fair befal you! he deferv'd his death; graces both have well proceeded, traitors from the like attempts.

for better at his hands,

Fell in with mistress Shore.

Buck.

d

rtue,

er'd traitor

idels?

-ath;

1,

Buck

May. But, my good lord, your grace As well as I had feen, and heard him f And do not doubt, right noble princes But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens With all your just proceedings in this c

Glo. And to that end we wifh'd your To avoid the cenfures of the carping w

Buck. But fince you came too late of Yet witness what you hear we did inter And fo, my good lord mayor, we bid f

Glo. Go, after, after, coufin Buckin The mayor towards Guidhall hies him There, at your meeteft vantage of the Infer the bastardy of Edward's children Tell them, how Edward put to death a Only for faying-he would make his fo Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, Which, by the sign thereof, was terme Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, And bestial appetite in change of luft; Which ftretch'd unto their fervants, d Even where his raging eye, or savage Without control, lifted to make his pr F 4