King Richard the Third The Same. A Street.
The Same. A Street. |
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Enter a Scrivener. |
| Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings; |
| Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, |
| 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 liv'd, |
| Untainted, unexamin'd, 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 naught, |
| When such ill dealing must be seen in thought. [Exit. |
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