London. The Court of Baynard's Castle.
 Enter RICHARD and BUCKINGHAM at several doors.

Richard	How now, how now! What say the citizens?

Buckingham	Now by the holy Mother of our Lord,
	The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Richard	Touched you the bastardy of Edward's children?

Buckingham	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 mine oratory drew to an end,
	I bid them that did love their country's good
	Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!"

Richard	And did they so?

Buckingham	No, so God help me, they spake not a word,
	But, like dumb status 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 wisdoms and your love to Richard."
	And even here brake off, and came away.

Richard	What tongueless blocks were they! Would they not speak?
	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 between two churchmen, good my lord,
	For on that ground I'll build a holy descant;
	And be not easily won to our requests:
	Play the maid's part - still answer nay, and take it.

Richard	I go; and if you plead as well for them
	As I can say nay to thee for myself,
	No doubt we bring it to a happy issue.

Buckingham	Go, go up to the leads; the Lord Mayor knocks.
														[Exit RICHARD.

                 Enter the MAYOR, ALDERMEN, and CITIZENS.

	Welcome, my lord. I dance attendance here;
	I think the duke will not be spoke withal.

                              Enter CATESBY.

	Now, Catesby, what says your lord to my request?

Catesby	He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
	To visit him tomorrow or next day.
	He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
	Divinely bent to meditation,
	And in no worldly suits would he be moved
	To draw him from his holy exercise.

Buckingham	Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke;
	Tell him, myself, the Mayor and aldermen,
	In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
	No less importing than our general good,
	Are come to have some conference with his grace.

Catesby	I'll signify so much unto him straight.
														[Exit.

Buckingham	Ah ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
	He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed,
	But on his knees at meditation;
	Not dallying with a brace of courtesans,
	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 virtuous prince
	Take on his grace the sovereignty thereof.
	But sure I fear we shall not win him to it.

Lord Mayor	Marry, God defend his grace should say us nay!

Buckingham	I fear he will. Here Catesby comes again.

                            Re-enter CATESBY.

	Now, Catesby, what says his grace?

Catesby	He wonders to what end you have assembled
	Such troops of citizens to come to him,
	His grace not being warned thereof before.
	He fears, my lord, 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, we come to him in perfect love;
	And so once more return and tell his grace.
														[Exit CATESBY.
	When holy and devout religious men
	Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
	So sweet is zealous contemplation.

         Enter RICHARD aloft, between two BISHOPS, with CATESBY.

Lord Mayor	See where his grace stands, 'tween 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 ear to our requests,
	And pardon us the interruption
	Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.

Richard	My lord, there needs no such apology:
	I do beseech your grace to pardon me,
	Who, earnest in the service of my God,
	Deferred 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 ungoverned isle.

Richard	I do suspect I have done some offence
	That seems disgracious in the city's eye,
	And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

Buckingham	You have, my lord. Would it might please your grace,
	On our entreaties, to emend your fault.

Richard	Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?

Buckingham	Know then, it is your fault that you resign
	The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
	The sceptred office of your ancestors,
	Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
	The lineal glory of your royal house,
	To the corruption of a blemished stock;
	Whiles 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 shouldered in the swallowing gulf
	Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion;
	Which to recure, we heartily solicit
	Your gracious self to take on you the charge
	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 cause come I to move your grace.

Richard	I cannot tell if to depart in silence
	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 seasoned with your faithful love to me,
	Then, on the other side, I checked my friends.
	Therefore, to speak and to avoid the first,
	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 the ripe revenue and due of birth,
	Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
	So mighty and so many my defects,
	That I would rather hide me from my greatness
	- Being a bark to brook no mighty sea-
	Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
	And in the vapour of my glory smothered.
	But, God be thanked, there is no need of me;
	And much I need, to help you, were there need.
	The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
	Which, mellowed 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 that you would lay on me,
	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 considerd.
	You say that Edward is your brother's son;
	So say we too - but not by Edward's wife:
	For first was he contract to Lady Lucy,
	- Your mother lives a witness to his vow-
	And afterward by substitute betrothed
	To Bona, sister to the King of France.
	These both put off, a poor petitioner,
	A care-crazed mother to a many sons,
	A beauty-waning and distressd widow,
	Even in the afternoon of her best days,
	Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
	Seduced the pitch and height of his degree
	To base declension and loathed bigamy.
	By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
	This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
	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 proffered benefit of dignity:
	If not to bless us and the land withal,
	Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
	From the corruption of abusing times
	Unto a lineal, true-derivd course.

Lord Mayor	Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you.

Buckingham	Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffered love.

Catesby	O make them joyful - grant their lawful suit.

Richard	Alas, why would you heap this care 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,
	Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
	And equally indeed to all estates-
	Yet know, whe'er 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.

Richard	O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham.
							 [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and the rest, slowly.

Catesby	Call him again, sweet prince, accept their suit;
	If you deny them, all the land will rue it.

Richard	Will you enforce me to a world of cares?
	Call them again: I am not made of stone,
	But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
	Albeit against my conscience and my soul.

                    Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest.

	Cousin of Buckingham, and sage grave men,
	Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
	To bear her burden, whe'er 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,
	Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
	From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
	For God doth know, and you may partly see,
	How far I am from the desire of this.

Lord Mayor	God bless your grace! We see it, and will say it.

Richard	In saying so, you shall but say the truth.

Buckingham	Then I salute you with this royal title:
	Long live King Richard, England's worthy king!

All	Amen.

Buckingham	Tomorrow may it please you to be crowned?

Richard	Even when you please, for you will have it so.

Buckingham	Tomorrow then we will attend your grace;
	And so most joyfully we take our leave.

Richard	Come, let us to our holy work again.
	Farewell, my cousin; farewell, gentle friends.
														[Exeunt.
