ACT III. | |
SCENE VI. London. A street. | |
| [Enter a SCRIVENER.] |
SCRIVENER. | |
| 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.] |