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iic. Why with some little train, my lord of Buckingham?
Ruck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous,
By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd:
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:
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 To give your censures in this weighty business?
[Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster.
Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory
My oracle, my prophet!—My dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
The Same. A Street.
1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so
I Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad?
1 Cit. Yes; the king's dead.
2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, 1 fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed!
1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's
2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while!
3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall
reign. 3 Cit. Woe 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,
1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends,
For then this land was famously enrich'd
1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and
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
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,
J Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be
well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their
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
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.
The Same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Queen Elizabeth, and the Duchess of Yohk.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Stratford;
And at Northampton they do rest to-night:
Duck. 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 Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow.
York. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper. My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Small herbs have grace, great needs do grow apace: And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not
In him that did object the same to thee:
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.
Duth. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me bear it.
York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
York. Grandam, his nurse.
Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born.
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
Q. Eiiz. A parlous boy:—Go to, you are too shrewd.
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