GLOUCESTER
So dear I loved the man, that I must weep. I took him for the plainest harmless creature That breathed
upon this earth a Christian; Made him my book wherein my soul recorded The history of all her secret
thoughts: So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, That, his apparent open guilt omitted, I mean,
his conversation with Shore's wife, He lived from all attainder of suspect. BUCKINGHAM
Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd traitor That ever lived. Would you imagine, or almost believe, Were't
not that, by great preservation, We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor This day had plotted, in the council-
house To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester? Lord Mayor
What, had he so? GLOUCESTER
What, think You we are Turks or infidels? Or that we would, against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly
to the villain's death, But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England and our persons' safety, Enforced
us to this execution? Lord Mayor
Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death; And you my good lords, both have well proceeded, To warn
false traitors from the like attempts. I never look'd for better at his hands, After he once fell in with Mistress
Shore. GLOUCESTER
Yet had not we determined he should die, Until your lordship came to see his death; Which now the loving
haste of these our friends, Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented: Because, my lord, we would
have had you heard The traitor speak, and timorously confess The manner and the purpose of his treason; That
you might well have signified the same Unto the citizens, who haply may Misconstrue us in him and wail
his death. Lord Mayor
But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve, As well as I had seen and heard him speak And doubt
you not, right noble princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens With all your just proceedings in
this cause. GLOUCESTER
And to that end we wish'd your lord-ship here, To avoid the carping censures of the world. BUCKINGHAM
But since you come too late of our intents, Yet witness what you hear we did intend: And so, my good
lord mayor, we bid farewell.
Exit Lord Mayor
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