Act III.
Scene IV.
Scene V.—London. The Tower Walls.
Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM,
in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured.
Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and
change thy colour,
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught and mad with
terror?
Buck. Tut! I can counterfeit the deep tra-
gedian,
Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, 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, see, he brings the mayor
along.
Enter the Lord Mayor and CATESBY.
Buck. Lord Mayor,—
Glo. Look to the drawbridge there!
Buck. Hark! a drum.
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Buck. Lord Mayor, the reason we have
sent,—
Glo. Look back, defend thee; here are ene-
mies.
Buck. God and our innocency defend and
guard us!
Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with
HASTINGS' head.
Glo. Be patient, they are friends, Ratcliff and
Lovel.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature
That breath'd 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 liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shel-
ter'd traitor
That ever liv'd.
Would you imagine, or almost believe,—
Were't not that by great preservation
We live to tell it, that the subtle traitor
This day had plotted, in the council-house,
To murder me and my good Lord of Glou-
cester?
May. Had he done so?
Glo. 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 person's safety,
Enforced us to this execution?
May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd bis
death;
And your 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,
Until your lordship came to see his end;
Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Something against our meaning, hath pre-
vented:
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treason;
That you might well have signified the same
Unto the citizens, who haply may
Misconster 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:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this cause.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
here,
To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you come 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.
Glo. 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 raging eye or savage heart
Without control lusted to make a 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 true 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.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay-
nard'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.
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor
Shaw;
[To CATESBY.] Go thou 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 person
Have any time recourse unto the princes. [Exit.
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