3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud: And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so : By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist❜rous storm. But leave it all to God. Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room in the Palace. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young Duke of YORK, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of YORK. Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony- And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Duck. Ilong with all my heart to see the prince; I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. QEliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did In him that did object the same to thee: He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me, As grieves me to unfold. Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Such news, my lord, How doth the prince? Duch. What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pomfret, With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duck. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. The mighty dukes, For what offence ? Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Q. Elix. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! Upon the innocent and awless throne :- Duck. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Q.Eliz.Come,come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.- Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace As well I tender you, and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. The same. A street. The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of WALES, Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to tto kes, Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May God bless your grace with health and happy days! Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;-and thank you all. [Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way :Fie, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no. Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate We should infringe the holy privilege Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Buck. You are to senseless-obstinate, my lord, Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste most fit For your best health and recreation. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. [Aside. |