Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. Eliz. But I hear, no: they say, my son of York York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. More than my brother; "Ay," quoth my uncle Gloster, He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious Madam. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, 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. That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old: Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy. Go to, you are too shrewd. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a messenger: what news? Mess. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report. Mess. Duch. What is thy news? Well, Madam, and in health. Mess. Lord Rivers and lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, And with them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Arch. The mighty dukes, For what offence? Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd: Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. Q. Eliz. Ah me! I see the ruin of my house. Upon the innocent and awless throne: Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Or let me die, to look on death no more. Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Go; I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. London. A Street. The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of WALEs, Gloster, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BoURCHIER, and Others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show; which, God he knows. Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy days! I thought my mother, and my brother York, Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating lord. The queen your mother, and your brother York, 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 Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional: Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, Oft have I heard of sanctuary men, 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? Hast. I go, my lord. Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. - Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then, where you please, and shall be thought most fit Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place. Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my ford? Buck. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-cdified. Prince. Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. 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 never live long. [Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say without characters fame lives long. Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man: With what his valour did enrich his wit, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. [Aside. [Aside. |