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Rich. How now, how now! what say the citizens?

Buck. Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,

The citizens are mum, say not a word.

Rich. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children?

Buck. 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

Untouch'd 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!'

Rich. And did they so?

Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;

But, like dumb statues or breathing stones,

 5 Lady Lucy; cf. n.

6 contract by deputy; cf. n.

11 resemblance: appearance

13 right idea: exact image

15 victories; cf. n.

25 statues: a trisyllable here; cf. n.

