Haft. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord, And this is Edward's Wife, that monftrous Witch, Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done: The reft that love me, rife and follow me. [Exeunt, Manent Lovel and Ratcliff, with the Lord Haftings. Three times to day my Foot-cloth Horfe did ftumble, Rat. Come, come, dispatch, the Duke would be at dinner. Make a fhort Shrift, he longs to fee your Head. Haft. O momentary Grace of mortal Men, Which we more hunt for, than the Grace of God! Lov. Come, come, difpatch, 'cis bootlefs to exclaim. I prophefie the fearful'ft time to thee, That ever wretched Age hath look'd upon. [Exeunt. Enter Gloucester and Buckingham in rusty Armour, marvellous ill-favour'd. Gle. Come Coufin, Can't thou quake and change thy colour, As if thou wert diftraught and mad with Terror? Glo. He is, and fee he brings the Mayor along. Buck. Lord Mayor Glo. Look to the Draw-bridge there. Buck. Hark, a Drum. Gle. Catesby, o'erlook the Walls. Buck. Lord Mayor, the reafon we have fent Glo. So dear I lov'd the Man that I muft weep: So fmooth he daub'd his Vice with fhew of Virtue, I mean his Conversation with Shore's Wife, He liv'd from all attainder of füfpects. Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'ft fhelter'd Traitor That ever lived. Would you imagine, or almoft believe, Glo. What! think you we are Turks or Infidels? Mayor. Now fair befall you, he deferv'd his death, Mayor. Bu, my good Lord, your Grace's Words fhall As well as I had feen and heard him speak: And do not doubt, right Noble Princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous Citizens, With all your juft Proceedings in this Cafe. [ferve, Glo. And to that end we wifh'd your Lordfhip here, T'avoid the Cenfures of the carping World. Buck. Which fince you come too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intend: And fo, my good Lord Mayor, we bid farewel. [Ex. Mayor. Glo. Glo. Go after, after, Coufin Buckingham. And beftial appetite in change of Luft, Which ftretch'd unto their Servants, Daughters, Wives, Even where his raging Eye, or favage Heart, Without controll, lufted to make a prey. Nay, for a need, thus far come near my Perfon: My Princely Father then had Wars in France, Were for my felf; and fo, my Lord, adieu. Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Caftle, Where you fhall find me, well accompanied With reverend Fathers, and well-learned Bishops. Buck. I go, and towards three or four a Clock Look for the News that the Guild-Hall affords. [Exit Buckingham. [To Ratel ff. [Exeunt. Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw, [Exit. Enter Enter a Scrivener. Scriv. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Haftings, Which in a fet Hand fairly is engrofs'd, That it may be to Day read o'er in Paul's. And mark how well the fequel hangs together: Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yefternight by Catesby was it fent me, The Precedent was full as long a doing, And yet within thefe five hours Haftings liv'd, Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty. Here's a good World the while; who is fo grofs That cannot fee this palpable Device? Yet who fo bold, but fays, he fees it not? Bad is the World, and all will come to nought, When fuch ill dealing must be feen in thought. [Exit. Enter Gloucester and Buckingham at feveral Doors. Glo. How now, how now, what fay the Citizens? Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord, The Citizens are mum, fay not a word. Glo. Touch'd you the Baftardy of Edward's Children? Buck. I did, with his Contract with Lady Lucy, And his Contract by Deputy in France. Th' unfatiate greedinefs of his defire, And his enforcement of the City Wives, His Tyranny for Trifles, his own Bastardy, As being got, your Father then in France, And his refemblance, 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 Difcipline in War, Wisdom in Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, fair Humility: Indeed left nothing fitting for your Purpose Untoucht, or flightly handled in Difcourfe. And when my Oratory grew toward end, I bid them that did love their Country's good, Cry, God fave Richard, England's Royal King. Glo. And did they fo? Buck No, fo God help me, they fpake not a Word, But like dumb Statues or unbreathing Stones, Star'd |