Act 3 - Scene 7
Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, at several doors
How now, my lord, what say the citizens?
Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,
The citizens are mum and speak not a word.
Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?
I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,
And his contract by deputy in France;
The insatiate greediness of
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;
Withal I did infer your lineaments,
the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind;
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
dicipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility:
Indeed, left nothing fitting for the purpose
or slightly handled, in discourse
And when mine oratory grew to an end
I bid them that did love their country's
Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal king!'
Ah! and did they so?
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.
he was urged to tell my tale again,
'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
'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I;
'This general applause and loving shout
your wisdoms and your love to Richard:'
And even here brake off, and came away.
What tongueless blocks were they! would not they speak?
No, by my troth, my lord.
Will not the mayor then and his brethren come?
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