Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 520 words
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I go, and towards three or four a Clock Look for the News that the Guild-Hall affords. Go Lovel with all speed to Doctor Shaw, Go thou to Friar Peuker, bid them both Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle. Now will I go to take some privy order, To draw the Brats of Clarence out of sight, And to give order, that no manner person Have any time recourse unto the Princes. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Hastings, Which in a set Hand fairly is engrossed, That it may be to day read o'er in Paul's. And mark how well the sequel hangs together: Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me, The Precedent was full as long a doing, And yet within these five hours Hastings lived, Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty. Here's a good World the while. Who is so gross, that cannot see this palpable device? Yet who so bold, but says he sees it not? Bad is the World, and all will come to nought, When such ill dealing must be seen in thought. How now, how now, what say the Citizens? Now by the holy Mother of our Lord, The Citizens are mum, say not a word. Touched you the Bastardy of Edward's Children? I did, with his Contract with Lady Lucy, And his Contract by Deputy in France, Th' unsatiate greediness of his desire, And his enforcement of the City Wives, His Tyranny for Trifles, his own Bastardy, As being got, your Father then in France, And his resemblance, being not like the Duke. 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 Discipline in War, Wisdom in Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, fair Humility: Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose, Untouched, or slightly handled in discourse. And when my Oratory drew toward end, I bid them that did love their Country's good, Cry, God save Richard, England's Royal King. And did they so? No, so God help me, they spoke not a word, But like dumb Statues, or breathing Stones, Stared each on other, and looked deadly pale: Which when I saw, I reprehended them, And asked the Mayor, what meant this wilful silence? His answer was, the people were not used To be spoke to, but by the Recorder. Then he was urged to tell my Tale again: Thus saith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferred, But nothing spoke, in warrant from himself. When he had done, some followers of mine own, At lower end of the Hall, hurled 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 cheerful shout, Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard: And even here broke off, and came away. What tongueless Blocks were they, Would they not speak? Will not the Mayor then, and his Brethren, come?
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I goe, and towards three or foure a Clocke Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hall affoords. Goe Louell with all ſpeed to Doctor Shaw, Goe thou to Fryer Peuker, bid them both Meet me within this houre at Baynards Caſtle. Now will I goe to take ſome priuie order, To draw the Brats of Clarence out of ſight, And to giue order, that no manner perſon Haue any time recourſe vnto the Princes. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Haſtings, Which in a ſet Hand fairely is engroſs'd, That it may be to day read o're in Paules. And marke how well the ſequell hangs together: Eleuen houres I haue ſpent to write it ouer, For yeſter-night by Catesby was it ſent me, The Precedent was full as long a doing, And yet within theſe fiue houres Haſtings liu'd, Vntainted, vnexamin'd, free, at libertie. Here's a good World the while. Who is ſo groſſe, that cannot ſee this palpable deuice? Yet who ſo bold, but ſayes he ſees it not? Bad is the World, and all will come to nought, When ſuch ill dealing muſt be ſeene in thought. How now, how now, what ſay the Citizens? Now by the holy Mother of our Lord, The Citizens are mum, ſay not a word. Toucht you the Baſtardie of Edwards Children? I did, with his Contract with Lady Lucy, And his Contract by Deputie in France, Th' vnſatiate greedineſſe of his deſire, And his enforcement of the Citie Wiues, His Tyrannie for Trifles, his owne Baſtardie, As being got, your Father then in France, And his reſemblance, being not like the Duke. Withall, I did inferre your Lineaments, Being the right Idea of your Father, Both in your forme, and Nobleneſſe of Minde: Layd open all your Victories in Scotland, Your Diſcipline in Warre, Wiſdome in Peace, Your Bountie, Vertue, faire Humilitie: Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpoſe, Vntoucht, or ſleightly handled in diſcourſe. And when my Oratorie drew toward end, I bid them that did loue their Countries good, Cry, God ſaue Richard, Englands Royall King. And did they ſo? No, ſo God helpe me, they ſpake not a word, But like dumbe Statues, or breathing Stones, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale: Which when I ſaw, I reprehended them, And ask'd the Maior, what meant this wilfull ſilence? His anſwer was, the people were not vſed To be ſpoke to, but by the Recorder. Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe: Thus ſayth the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd, But nothing ſpoke, in warrant from himſelfe. When he had done, ſome followers of mine owne, At lower end of the Hall, hurld vp their Caps, And ſome tenne voyces cry'd, God ſaue King Richard: And thus I tooke the vantage of thoſe few. Thankes gentle Citizens, and friends, quoth I, This generall applauſe, and chearefull ſhowt, Argues your wiſdome, and your loue to Richard: And euen here brake off, and came away. What tongue-leſſe Blockes were they, Would they not ſpeake? Will not the Maior then, and his Brethren, come?