| ACT III SCENE VI | The same. | |
| | Enter a Scrivener, with a paper in his hand | |
| Scrivener | This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings; | |
| | Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, | |
| | That it may be this day read over in Paul's. | |
| | And mark how well the sequel hangs together: | 5 |
| | Eleven hours I spent to write it over, | |
| | For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me; | |
| | The precedent was full as long a-doing: | |
| | And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings, | |
| | Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty | 10 |
| | Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, | |
| | That seeth not this palpable device? | |
| | Yet who's so blind, but says he sees it not? | |
| | Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, | |
| | When such bad dealings must be seen in thought. | 15 |
| | Exit | |