Dutch. 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. Dutch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 371 Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? York. Grandam, his nurse. Dutch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Queen. A parlous boy; Go to, you are too shrewd. Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Queen. Pitchers have ears. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a messenger: What news? 380 Mes. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold. Queen. How doth the prince? Mes. Well, madam, and in health. Dutch. What is thy news? Mes. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners; and, with them, Sir Thomas Vaughan. Dutch Dutch. Who hath committed them? Mes. The mighty dukes, Gloster and Buckingham. Queen. For what offence! Mes. 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. Queen. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless throne: 390 400 Dutch. 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 domestick broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, Blood to blood, self against self:-O, preposterous And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen; 410 Or let me die, to look on death no more! Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewel. Dutch. Stay, I will go with you. Queen. You have no cause. Arch. Arch. My gracious lady, go, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. The seal I keep; And so betide to me, As well I tender you, and all of your's! 420 [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE 1. In London. The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of WALES, the Dukes of GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOUCHIER, and others. Buckingham. 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 Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward shew; which, God he knows, Seldom, or nøver, jumpeth with the heart. 9 Those Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Prince. Good keep me from false friends! but they were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord-Mayor, and his Train. Mayor, God bless your grace with health and happy days! Prince. I thank you, good my lord;-and thank you all.. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Enter HASTINGS. 20 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, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld. 30 Buck. Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course If she deny-lord Hastings, you go with him, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, 40 50 To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, 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. |