That grieves me when I see my shame in him. How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept! Q. Fiz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward! Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla rence! Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone. Duch What stays had I, but they? and they are gone. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Duch. Was never mother had so dear a iuss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs; Their woes are parcell'd,' mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: I for a Clarence weep, so doth not sue. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they Alas! you three, on ine, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. 81 Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeased, That you take with unthankfulness mus doing; Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him,! Let him be crown'd'; in him your comfort lives: Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Ard plant your joys in living Edward's throne. Enter Gloster, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Ratcliff, and others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; [Aside. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, (1) Divided Now cheer each other in each other's love. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, Where every horse bears his commanding rein, Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us. And the compact is firm, and true in me. Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Hast. And so say I. Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine, Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,-and you my mother, will you go As index to the story we late talk'd of, I [Exeunt. 3 Cit. Wo to that land, that's govern'd by a child! 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage. council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself (2, Opinion. (3) Preparatory. 4 Minary. No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. 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. , 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; 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. Mess. The sum of all I can I have disclos'd; SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace. supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow Duch. 'Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee: 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! My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen And thither bear your treasure and your goods. (3) Perilous, dangerous. ACT III. SCENE 1.-The same. A street. The trumpets sound. Enter the prince of Wales, Gloster, Buckingham, Cardinal Bouchier, and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. GA 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 : 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! 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, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Hare taken sanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have conie with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld. Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it: And therefore, in nine opinion, cannot have it: (1) Sanible vice, the buffoon in the old plays. you may. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord? which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Glo. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live Prince. What say you, uncle? [Aside. Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal' vice, Iniquity, moralize two meanings in one word. I Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his valour live: Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life.I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. Buck. What, my gracious lord? Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. [Aside. Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Too late3 he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my lord, York. And therefore is he idle! Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I? Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. York. I pray you, uncle, then give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother? York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. la weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little jord? York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glo. How? York. Little. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me: Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he rea- To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass Myself, and my good cousin of Buckingham, Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incens'd' by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt O, 'tis a parlous boy; Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;- In the seat roval of this famous isle? Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, And summon him to-morrow to the Tower. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both [Exit Catesby Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Mess. My lora, my lord,- [Knocking. Who knocks? One from Lord Stanley. Hast. [Within.] What is't o'clock ? Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then, Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt To-night the boar had rased off his helm: Besides, he says, there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pica sure, If presently, you will take horse with him, Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; (3) Separate. (4) Example. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! What news, what news, in this our tottering state? Hast. How! wear the garland? dost thou mean Cate. Ay, my good lord. Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot' you what, my lord? To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats, Enter a Pursuivant. Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good tel- Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my By the suggestion of the queen's allies shoulders, Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for- Upon his party, for the gain thereof: And, thereupon, he sends you this good news,- Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month That they, who brought me in my master's hate, Well, Catesby, ere a fornight make me older, Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Cate. The princes both make high account Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? u may jest on, but by the holy rood,2 do not like these several councils, I. Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; Was it more precious to me than 'tis now: Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure, I) i. e. Gloster, who had a boar for his arms. VOL. II. But now, I tell thee (keep it to thyself,) Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good con tent! Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham- Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there : not. Come, will you go? I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Pomfret. Before the Castle. En- Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. hereafter. |