Enter Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and Buckingham,
in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured
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?
Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
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?
He is; and see, he brings the Mayor along.
Enter the Lord Mayor and Catesby
Lord Mayor –
Look to the drawbridge there!
Hark! A drum.
Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent –
Look back! Defend thee! Here are enemies!
God and our innocence defend and guard us!
Enter Lovel and Ratcliffe, with Hastings' head
Be patient, they are friends, Ratcliffe and Lovel.
Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
So dear I loved the man that I must weep.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature
That breathed upon this earth a Christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts.
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted –
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife –
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
Well, well, he was the covert'st sheltered traitor.
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 Gloucester?
Had he done so?
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 persons' safety
Enforced us to this execution?
Now fair befall you! He deserved his death,
And your good graces both have well proceeded
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
I never looked for better at his hands
After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.
Yet had not we determined he should die
Until your lordship came to see his end,
Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented;
Because, my lord, I 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
Misconstrue us in him and wail his death.
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.
And to that end we wished your lordship here,
T' avoid the censures of the carping world.
Which 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
Go after, after, cousin Buckingham.
The Mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post;
There, at your meet'st advantage 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 stretched unto their servants, daughters, wives,
Even where his raging eye or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his 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.
But touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off,
Because, my lord, you know my mother lives.
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.
If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle,
Where you shall find me well accompanied
With reverend fathers and well-learned bishops.
I go; and towards three or four a clock
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.
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, Catesby, and Ratcliffe
Now will I go to take some privy order
secret, stealthy, clandestine
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight,
child [not always with contemptuous connotation]
And to give notice that no manner of person
At any time recourse unto the princes.