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RATCLIFF, and others.
Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause
To wail the dimming of our shining star;
But none can cure their liarms by wailing them.-
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee
I crave your blessing

Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true daty!

Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man That is the batt-end of a mother's blessing; I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. [Aside.

Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join’d together, Must gently be preserv'd, cherish’d, and kept: Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the voung prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. [ingham?

Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Back

Buck. 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: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course, as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm, and true, in ine. .

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 To give your censures in this weighty business?

[Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster.
Buck. My ford, 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.

[Exeunt. SCENE 111. The same. A Street.

Enter two Citizens, meeting. 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 newshold 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 governd 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.

3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God For then this land was famously enrich'd (wot; With politic grave counsel; then the king ' Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. (mother.

1 Cit. Why, so bath this, both by his father and

3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Or, by his falher, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. 0, 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, 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:
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. SCENE IV. The sume. A Room in the Palace. Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK, the young Duke of


Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-StratAnd at Northampton they do rest to-night: [ford; 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, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace : And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make baste.

Duch. 'Good faith,'good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : 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 prythee, let ine hear

York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, [it.
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 prythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
York. Grandam, his nurse.' . (born.
Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
Q. Elig. A parlous boy:-Go to, you are too shrewd.
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child.
Q. Eliz. Pitcliers have ears.

Enter a Messenger.

Here comes a messenger :
What news?

Mess. Such news, my lord,
As grieves me to unfold.
Q. Eliz.

How doth the prince ? '

Mess. Well, madam, and in health.

What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to PomWith them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. [fret,

Duch. Who hath committed them?

The mighty dukes,
Gloster and Buckingham.
Q. Eliz.

For what offence ?
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Why, or for wbat, the nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and awless throne:
Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
And often up and down my sons were tost,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss :
And being seated, and domestic broils '
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self 'gainst self :-0, preposterous
And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen :
Or let me die, to look on death no more!

Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.-
Madam, farewell.

Stay, I will go with you.
Q. Eliz. You have no cause.

My gracious lady, go.

[To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep; And so betide to me, As well I tender you, and all of yours!, Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary [Exeunt.

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