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BUCKINGHAM

70Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
He is not lolling on a lewd love bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtesans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
75Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul.
Happy were England would this virtuous prince
Take on his grave the sovereignty thereof.
But sure I fear we shall not win him to it.

BUCKINGHAM

Ah, my lord, this prince is nothing like Edward! He is not lolling in bed but on his knees in prayer. He’s not enjoying himself with a couple of prostitutes but studying with two learned priests. He’s not sleeping to fatten up his lazy body, but praying, to nourish his attentive soul. England would be lucky to have this virtuous prince as king. But I’m afraid we’ll never get him to agree to be king.

LORD MAYOR

80Marry, God defend his grace should say us nay!

LORD MAYOR

But God forbid he says no to us!

BUCKINGHAM

I fear he will. Here Catesby comes again.

BUCKINGHAM

I’m afraid he will. Here comes Catesby again.
Enter CATESBY
CATESBY returns.
Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
What’s up, Catesby, what does your master say?

CATESBY

He wonders to what end you have assembled
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
85His grace not being warned thereof before.
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.

CATESBY

My lord, he wonders why you have assembled such troops of citizens to speak with him, since he had no idea they were coming. My lord, he’s afraid you mean him harm.

BUCKINGHAM

Sorry I am my noble cousin should
Suspect me that I mean no good to him.
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love,
90And so once more return and tell his grace.

BUCKINGHAM

I’m sorry my noble brother is suspicious of me. By God, I’m here because I love him. Return and tell him so.
Exit CATESBY
CATESBY exits.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, ’tis much to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
When devoutly religious men are praying, it’s hard to draw them out of it, because they get lost in the wonder of their contemplation.