Act 3, Scene 6
The same. A street.
Enter a Scrivener, with a paper in his hand.
Scivener.
Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings;
Which in a set hand fairly is engrossed,
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 lived
Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.
Here's a good world the while! Who is so gross,
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who's so bold but says he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When such ill dealing must be seen in thought. Exit.