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 children?

BUCK. I did; with [his contract with lady Lucy, And his contract by deputy in France:]a The unsatiate greediness of his desire, 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 drew toward 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; c

But, like dumb statuas, or breathing stones,
Gaz'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 wont‡
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 inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own,
At lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard!
[And thus I took the vantage of those few,—]d
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?

BUCK. No, by my troth, my lord."

GLO. 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 build 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 bring it to a happy issue.
BUсK. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
knocks.
[Exit GLOUCESTER.

Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens. Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here; I think the duke will not be spoke withal.—

Enter 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 thy lord again; +

Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens,§
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
Edward!

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 his grace the sovereignty thereof;
But, sure, I fear, we shall not win him to it.

h

MAY. Marry, God forbid 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 much to draw them thence;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Enter GLOUCESTER in a gallery above, between two Bishops. CATESBY returns.

MAY. See, where he stands between two clergymen! a

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:
Whiles, 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;-
Not as protector, steward, substitute,
Or lowly factor for another's gain;

But as successively, from blood to blood,
Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
For this, consorted with the citizens,
Your very worshipful and loving friends,
And by their vehement instigation,
In this just suit come I to move your grace.
GLO. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree or your condition:
[If, not to answer,-you might haply think,

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?

[resign BUCK. Know then, it is your fault that you (*) First folio, defend.

(†) First folio, Deferr'd.

a See, where he stands between two clergymen !] The folio slightly varies this to,

"See where his Grace stands, tweene two Clergiemen !"

b And, see, &c.] The lines in brackets are found only in the folio.

To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first;
And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,——
Definitively thus I answer you.]*

Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert
Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth ;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
So mighty and so many my defects,

That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,-
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;
(And much I need to help you, were there need.)
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
Will well become the seat of majesty,

And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
On him I lay that you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars;
Which God defend that I should wring from him!
BUCK. My lord, this argues conscience in your
grace;

But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumstances well considered.
You say that Edward is your brother's son ;
So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :
For first was he contract to lady Lucy,-
Your mother lives a witness to his vow,-
And afterward by substitute betroth'd

a Loath'd bigamy:] Bigam, Blackstone remarks, which differed from polygamy, or having two wives at once, consisted in either marrying two virgins successively, or once marrying a

To Bona, sister to the king of France.
These both put off, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree
To base declension and loath'd bigamy:"
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got

This Edward, whom our manners call-the prince.
More bitterly could I expostulate,
Save that, for reverence to some alive,

I give a sparing limit to my tongue.

widow, and was made unlawful and infamous by a canon of the Council of Lyons, A.D. 1274.

ACT III.]

on me?

I am unfit for state and majesty:
I do beseech you, take it not amiss,
I cannot nor I will not yield to you.

BUCK. If you refuse it,—as in love and zeal,
Loth to depose the child, your brother's son;
As well we know your tenderness of heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
And equally, indeed, to all estates,-
Yet know, whê'r you accept our suit or no,
Your brother's son shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in the throne,
house.
To the disgrace and downfall of
And, in this resolution, here we leave you ;-
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more."
[Exeunt Buck. and Cit.
CATE. Call them again, sweet prince, accept
their suit;

your

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM, and the rest. Cousin of Buckingham,—and sage, grave men,— Since will buckle fortune on my back, you To bear her burden, whê'r I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load: But if black scandal or foul-fac'd reproach, Attend the sequel of your imposition, Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and stains thereof; For God he knows,* and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire of this.

MAY. God bless your grace! we see it, and
will say it.

GLO. In saying so, you shall but say the truth.
BUCK. Then I salute you with this royal

title,

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! ALL. Amen.

Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be

crown'd?

GLO. Even when you please, since you

have it so.

will

BUCK. To-morrow then we will attend your grace;

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. GLO. Come, let us to our holy work again :[To the Bishops. Farewell, my cousin ;-farewell, gentle friends. [Exeunt.

To which Richard answers,

"O do not sweare, my lord of Buckingham."