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BUCKINGHAM
Withdraw yourself a while: I’ll go with you.
Exeunt [Richard and Buckingham].
ST ANLEY
We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
Tomorrow, in my judgement, is too sudden,
For I myself am not so well provided
As else I would be, were the day prolong’d. [45]
Enter Bishop of Ely.
ELY
Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester?
I have sent for these strawberries.
HAST INGS
His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth today:
There’s some conceit or other likes him well
When that he bids good morrow with such spirit. [50]
I think there’s never a man in Christendom
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he,
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
ST ANLEY
What of his heart perceive you in his face
By any livelihood he show’d today? [55]
HAST INGS
Marry, that with no man here he is offended,
For were he, he had shown it in his looks.
ST ANLEY
I pray God he be not, I say.
Enter Richard and Buckingham.
RICHARD
I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots [60]
