Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, 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; I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. [Aside. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing peers, The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, 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. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. SCENE 111. The same. A Street. Enter two Citizens, meeting. [Exeunt. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so fast? 2 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, I 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 death? 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, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. 1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. [wot; 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. [mother. 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. And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud : This sickly land might solace as before. 1 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; [cloaks; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but, if God sort it so, "Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 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. [ford; Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-StratAnd at Northampton they do rest to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. 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 Hath almost over-ta'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, He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Duch. What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to PomWith them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? [fret, 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, Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.— Madam, farewell. Duch. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. Stay, I will go with you. My gracious lady, go. [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. [Exeunt. |