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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
Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
[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.
Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating
lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother
Buck, Fie! what an indirect and peevish course
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional: Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, You break not sanctuary in seizing him. The benefit thereof is always granted 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, iu mine opinion, cannot have it:
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.
Hast. Í go, my lord.'
may. (Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Say, unele Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, 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 characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, . I moralize two meanings in one word.
Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous inan; With what bis 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, iny 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:
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
And therefore is he idle?
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;
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts;
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
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?
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost;
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
[Exeunt Prince, York, Hast. Card. and Attend.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, tis a parlous boy ;
Buck. Well, let them rest.-.