When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit. For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Haft. Marry, that with no man here he is offended Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM. Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, Haft. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Glo. Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil, And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch, Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done ;- [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. 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; SCENE Murder thy breath in middle of a word Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the dee Glo. He is; and, fee, he brings the m Enter the Lord Mayor and CA Buck. Let me alone to entertain him.. Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. 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, think you we are Turks, or infidels? 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 |