Satchwell, del. Hopwood, sculp Richard the Third Act. 2. Scene. 4. Published Jan. 1800, by Vernor & Hood, Poultry. Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of York. Arch. Laft night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Stratford; And at Northampton they do rest to-night : To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Duch. long with all my heart to fee the prince; I hope, he is much grown fince laft I faw him. 2. Eliz. But I hear, no; they fay, my fon of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Glofter, He was the wretched'ft thing, when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they fay, my uncle grew fo faft, Here comes a messenger: Such news, my lord, e to unfold. How doth the prince ? madam, and in health. What is thy news ? Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pomfret, Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. o hath committed them? uckingham. The mighty dukes, For what offence? um of all I can, I have difclos'd; ocent and awlefs throne : Welcome, Welcome, deftruction, blood, and massacre! Duch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! 2. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctuary.— Madam, farewell. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll refign unto your grace [Exeunt. |