SCENE 1. The same. 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, God keep you from them, and from such false friends! were none. [you. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet 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. 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, 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 Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate 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, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: 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 [Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. may. Say, unele Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:→→ Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. [Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without charácters, 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, Aside.. Buck. What, my gracious lord? Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, 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 late 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? And therefore is he idle? York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. Glo. It is top weighty for your grace to wear. York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? 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; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along? Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Will to your mother; to entreat of her, To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; 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, Hast. Card. and Attend. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobiously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, tis a parlous boy ; Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn As closely to conceal what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;- |