| ACT III SCENE VII> | Baynard's Castle. |  | 
|  | Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, meeting. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | How now, my lord, what say the citizens? |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Now, by the holy mother of our Lord, |  | 
|  | The citizens are mum and speak not a word. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? | 
| BUCKINGHAM | I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy, |  | 
|  | And his contract by deputy in France; |  | 
|  | The insatiate greediness of his desires, |  | 
|  | And his enforcement of the city wives; |  | 
|  | His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, | 
|  | As being got, your father then in France, |  | 
|  | His resemblance, being not like the duke; |  | 10 | 
|  | 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 dicipline in war, wisdom in peace, |  | 
|  | Your bounty, virtue, fair humility: |  | 
|  | Indeed, left nothing fitting for the purpose |  | 
|  | Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse | 
|  | And when mine oratory grew to an end |  | 
|  | I bid them that did love their country's good |  | 20 | 
|  | Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal king!' |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | Ah! and did they so? |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | No, so God help me, they spake not a word; | 
|  | But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, |  | 
|  | Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. |  | 
|  | Which when I saw, I reprehended them; |  | 
|  | And ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence: |  | 
|  | His answer was, the people were not wont | 
|  | To be spoke to but by the recorder. |  | 
|  | Then he was urged to tell my tale again, |  | 30 | 
|  | 'Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;' |  | 
|  | But nothing spake in warrant from himself. |  | 
|  | When he had done, some followers of mine own, | 
|  | At the lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, |  | 
|  | And some ten voices cried 'God save King Richard!' |  | 
|  | And thus I took the vantage of those few, |  | 
|  | 'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I; |  | 
|  | 'This general applause and loving shout | 
|  | Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:' |  | 
|  | And even here brake off, and came away. |  | 40 | 
| GLOUCESTER | What tongueless blocks were they! would not they speak? |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | No, by my troth, my lord. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | Will not the mayor then and his brethren come? | 
| BUCKINGHAM | The mayor is here at hand: intend some fear; |  | 
|  | Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: |  | 
|  | And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, |  | 
|  | And stand betwixt two churchmen, good my lord; |  | 
|  | For on that ground I'll build a holy descant: | 
|  | And be not easily won to our request: |  | 
|  | Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. |  | 50 | 
| GLOUCESTER | I go; and if you plead as well for them |  | 
|  | As I can say nay to thee for myself, |  | 
|  | No doubt well bring it to a happy issue. | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks. |  | 
|  | Exit GLOUCESTER. |  | 
|  | Enter the Lord Mayor and Citizens |  | 
|  | Welcome my lord; I dance attendance here; |  | 
|  | I think the duke will not be spoke withal. |  | 
|  | Enter CATESBY. |  | 
|  | Here comes his servant: how now, Catesby, |  | 
|  | What says he? | 
| CATESBY | My lord: he doth entreat your grace; |  | 
|  | To visit him to-morrow or next day: |  | 
|  | He is within, with two right reverend fathers, |  | 60 | 
|  | Divinely bent to meditation; |  | 
|  | And no worldly suit would he be moved, | 
|  | To draw him from his holy exercise. |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again; |  | 
|  | Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens, |  | 
|  | In deep designs and matters of great moment, |  | 
|  | No less importing than our general good, | 
|  | Are come to have some conference with his grace. |  | 
| CATESBY | I'll tell him what you say, my lord. |  | 
|  | Exit |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward! |  | 70 | 
|  | He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, |  | 
|  | But on his knees at meditation; | 
|  | Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, |  | 
|  | But meditating with two deep divines; |  | 
|  | Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, |  | 
|  | But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: |  | 
|  | Happy were England, would this gracious prince | 
|  | Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: |  | 
|  | But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. |  | 
| Lord Mayor | Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay! |  | 80 | 
| BUCKINGHAM | I fear he will. |  | 
|  | Re-enter CATESBY. |  | 
|  | How now, Catesby, what says your lord? | 
| CATESBY | My lord, |  | 
|  | He wonders to what end you have assembled |  | 
|  | Such troops of citizens to speak with him, |  | 
|  | His grace not being warn'd thereof before: |  | 
|  | My lord, he fears you mean no good to him. | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Sorry I am my noble cousin should |  | 
|  | Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: |  | 
|  | By heaven, I come in perfect love to him; |  | 
|  | And so once more return and tell his grace. |  | 90 | 
|  | Exit CATESBY. |  | 
|  | When holy and devout religious men | 
|  | Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, |  | 
|  | So sweet is zealous contemplation. |  | 
|  | Enter GLOUCESTER aloft, between two Bishops. CATESBY returns.
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| Lord Mayor | See, where he stands between two clergymen! |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, |  | 
|  | To stay him from the fall of vanity: | 
|  | And, see, a book of prayer in his hand, |  | 
|  | True ornaments to know a holy man. |  | 
|  | Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, |  | 
|  | Lend favourable ears to our request; |  | 100 | 
|  | And pardon us the interruption | 
|  | Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | My lord, there needs no such apology: |  | 
|  | I rather do beseech you pardon me, |  | 
|  | Who, earnest in the service of my God, |  | 
|  | Neglect the visitation of my friends. | 
|  | But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, |  | 
|  | And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | I do suspect I have done some offence |  | 110 | 
|  | That seems disgracious in the city's eyes,
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|  | And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | You have, my lord: would it might please your grace, |  | 
|  | At our entreaties, to amend that fault! |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land? |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Then know, it is your fault that you resign | 
|  | The supreme seat, the throne majestical, |  | 
|  | The scepter'd office of your ancestors, |  | 
|  | Your state of fortune and your due of birth, |  | 
|  | The lineal glory of your royal house, |  | 120 | 
|  | To the corruption of a blemished stock: | 
|  | Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, |  | 
|  | Which here we waken to our country's good, |  | 
|  | This noble isle doth want her proper limbs; |  | 
|  | Her face defaced with scars of infamy, |  | 
|  | Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, | 
|  | And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf |  | 
|  | Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion. |  | 
|  | Which to recure, we heartily solicit |  | 
|  | Your gracious self to take on you the charge |  | 130 | 
|  | And kingly government of this your land, | 
|  | Not as protector, steward, substitute, |  | 
|  | Or lowly factor for another's gain; |  | 
|  | But as successively from blood to blood, |  | 
|  | Your right of birth, your empery, your own. |  | 
|  | For this, consorted with the citizens, | 
|  | Your very worshipful and loving friends, |  | 
|  | And by their vehement instigation, |  | 
|  | In this just suit come I to move your grace. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | I know not whether to depart in silence, |  | 140 | 
|  | Or bitterly to speak in your reproof. | 
|  | Best fitteth my degree or your condition |  | 
|  | If not to answer, you might haply think |  | 
|  | Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded |  | 
|  | To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty, |  | 
|  | Which fondly you would here impose on me; | 
|  | If to reprove you for this suit of yours, |  | 
|  | So season'd with your faithful love to me. |  | 
|  | Then, on the other side, I cheque'd my friends. |  | 
|  | Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first, |  | 150 | 
|  | And then, in speaking, not to incur the last, | 
|  | Definitively thus I answer you. |  | 
|  | Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert |  | 
|  | Unmeritable shuns your high request. |  | 
|  | First if all obstacles were cut away, |  | 
|  | And that my path were even to the crown, | 
|  | As my ripe revenue and due by birth |  | 
|  | Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, |  | 
|  | So mighty and so many my defects, |  | 
|  | As I had rather hide me from my greatness, |  | 160 | 
|  | Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, | 
|  | Than in my greatness covet to be hid, |  | 
|  | And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. |  | 
|  | But, God be thank'd, there's no need of me, |  | 
|  | And much I need to help you, if need were; |  | 
|  | The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, | 
|  | Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, |  | 
|  | Will well become the seat of majesty, |  | 
|  | And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. |  | 
|  | On him I lay what you would lay on me, |  | 170 | 
|  | The right and fortune of his happy stars; | 
|  | Which God defend that I should wring from him! |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | My lord, this argues conscience in your grace; |  | 
|  | But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, |  | 
|  | All circumstances well considered. |  | 
|  | You say that Edward is your brother's son: | 
|  | So say we too, but not by Edward's wife; |  | 
|  | For first he was contract to Lady Lucy-- |  | 
|  | Your mother lives a witness to that vow-- |  | 
|  | And afterward by substitute betroth'd |  | 180 | 
|  | To Bona, sister to the King of France. | 
|  | These both put by a poor petitioner, |  | 
|  | A care-crazed mother of a many children, |  | 
|  | A beauty-waning and distressed widow, |  | 
|  | Even in the afternoon of her best days, |  | 
|  | Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye, | 
|  | Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts |  | 
|  | To base declension and loathed bigamy |  | 
|  | By her, in his unlawful bed, he got |  | 
|  | This Edward, whom our manners term the prince. |  | 190 | 
|  | More bitterly could I expostulate, | 
|  | Save that, for reverence to some alive, |  | 
|  | I give a sparing limit to my tongue. |  | 
|  | Then, good my lord, take to your royal self |  | 
|  | This proffer'd benefit of dignity; |  | 
|  | If non to bless us and the land withal, | 
|  | Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry |  | 
|  | From the corruption of abusing times, |  | 
|  | Unto a lineal true-derived course. |  | 
| Lord Mayor | Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you. |  | 200 | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. | 
| CATESBY | O, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit! |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | Alas, why would you heap these cares on me? |  | 
|  | I am unfit for state and majesty; |  | 
|  | I do beseech you, take it not amiss; |  | 
|  | I cannot nor I will not yield to you. | 
| BUCKINGHAM | If you refuse it,--as, in love and zeal, |  | 
|  | Loath to depose the child, Your brother's son; |  | 
|  | As well we know your tenderness of heart |  | 
|  | And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, |  | 210 | 
|  | Which we have noted in you to your kin, | 
|  | And egally indeed to all estates,-- |  | 
|  | Yet whether you accept our suit or no, |  | 
|  | Your brother's son shall never reign our king; |  | 
|  | But we will plant some other in the throne, |  | 
|  | To the disgrace and downfall of your house: | 
|  | And in this resolution here we leave you.-- |  | 
|  | Come, citizens: 'zounds! I'll entreat no more. |  | 
| GLOUCESTER | O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham. |  | 
|  | Exit BUCKINGHAM with the Citizens. |  | 
| CATESBY | Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit. |  | 
| ANOTHER | Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it. |  | 220 | 
| GLOUCESTER | Would you enforce me to a world of care? |  | 
|  | Well, call them again. I am not made of stone, |  | 
|  | But penetrable to your. kind entreats, |  | 
|  | Albeit against my conscience and my soul. |  | 
|  | Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest. |  | 
|  | Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men, | 
|  | Since you will buckle fortune on my back, |  | 
|  | To bear her burthen, whether I will or no, |  | 
|  | I must have patience to endure the load: |  | 
|  | But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach |  | 
|  | Attend the sequel of your imposition, |  | 230 | 
|  | Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me |  | 
|  | From all the impure blots and stains thereof; |  | 
|  | For God he knows, and you may partly see, |  | 
|  | How far I am from the desire thereof. |  | 
| Lord Mayor | God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it. | 
| GLOUCESTER | In saying so, you shall but say the truth. |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | Then I salute you with this kingly title -- |  | 
|  | Long live Richard, England's royal king! |  | 
| Lord Mayor | { |  | 
|  | Amen. | 
| Citizens | { |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | To-morrow will it please you to be crown'd? |  | 240 | 
| GLOUCESTER | Even when you please, since you will have it so. |  | 
| BUCKINGHAM | To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace: |  | 
|  | And so most joyfully we take our leave. | 
| GLOUCESTER | Come, let us to our holy task again. |  | 
|  | Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends. |  | 
|  | Exeunt |  |