Q. Eliz. Ay me, I see the downfall of our house! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne :— Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. Duch. My gracious lady, go; Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-London. A Street. The trumpets sound. Enter the young Prince, the Dukes of GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, CATESBY, 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 dived into the world's deceit; Than of his outward show, which, God he knows, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. 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. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Enter Lord HASTINGS. 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. Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers! Lord cardinal, will your grace Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York Unto his princely brother presently? If she deny,-Lord Hastings, go with him, Can from his mother win the Duke of York, 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. To those whose dealings have deserved 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? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place. Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not registered, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Glo. [Aside.] So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Prince. What say you, uncle ? Glo. I say, without charácters fame lives long. [Aside] Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralise two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his 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, my 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 lived a king. Glo. [Aside.] Short summers lightly have a forward spring. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. 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? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: |