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Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of
1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to
, in his nonage, council under him, More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make
not hold Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
In him, that did object the same to thee: 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father He was the wretched'st, thing, when he was and mother.
young, 3Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; So long a growing, and so leisurely, Ot, by his father, there were none at all : That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. For emulation now, who shall be nearest,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
madam. babe 0, full of danger is the duke of Gloster;
Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and doubt. proud :
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been reAnd were they to be ruld, and not to rule,
member'd, This sickly land might solace as before.
I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd will be well.
mine. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put
Duch. How, my young York ? I pr’ythee,
let me hear it.
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. All may be well ; but, if God sort it so,
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear:
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee
York. Grandam, his nurse.
Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere
thou wast born.
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who
Q. Eliz. parlous boy : Go to, you are too
. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I ; I'll bear you company.
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the
[Ereunt. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears. SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace.
Enter a Messenger.
Arch. Here comes a messenger :
Mess. Such news, my lord,
Q. Eliz. How doth the prince ?
Duch. Who hath committed them?
Mess. The mighty dukes,
Q. Eliz. For what offence?
on their cloaks;
Enter the Archbishop of York, the
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Blood to blood, self'gainst self:-0, preposterous
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! Or let me die, to look on death no more!
Q. Eliz. You have no cause.
Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
SCENE I.-The same. A street.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of
sweating lord. Wales, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal
Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our BOURCHIER, and Others.
mother come? Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, your chamber.
The queen your mother, and your brother York, Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' so Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince vereign :
Would fain have come with me to meet your The weary way hath made you melancholy.
grace, Prince. No, uncle ; but our crosses on the way But by his mother was perforce withheld. llave made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of Is this of hers ? —Lord cardinal, will your grace your years
Persuade the queen to send the duke of York Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Unto his princely brother presently? No more can you distinguish of a man,
If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Than of his outward show; which, God he And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. knows,
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
oratory Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ; Can from his mother win the duke of York, Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid God keep you from them, and from such false We should infringe the holy privilege friends!
Of blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land, Prince. God keep me from false friends! but Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. they were none.
Buck. You are too senseless obstinate, my lord, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to Too ceremonious, and traditional : greet you.
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing him. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. The benefit thereof is always granted May. God bless your grace with health and To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, happy days!
And those who have the wit to claim the place : Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and This prince hath neither claim'dit, nor deserv'dit;
thank you all. [Exeunt Mayor, 8c. And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : I thought my mother, and my brother York, Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, Would long ere this have met us on the way: You break no privilege nor charter there. Fye, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not Oft have I heard of sanctuary men ; To tell us, whether they will come, or no. But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.
Thus, like the formal wice
, one work: } Aside.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule
mind Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. for once.
York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; Hast. I go, my lord.
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this
you may. (Exeunt Card. and Hasting's. dagger. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Glo. My dagger, little cousin! with all my Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
heart. Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Prince.
beggar, brother?' If I may counsel you, some day, or two, York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Your highness shall repose you at the Tower : And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. Then where you please, and shall be thought Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. most fit
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? For your best health and recreation.
Glo. Ay, gentle
cousin, were it light enough. Prince
. I do not like the Tower, of any place : York. O then, I see, you'll part but with Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
light gifts ; Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Glo. What, would you have my weapon,
little lord ?
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in
[Aside. Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. · Prince. What say you, uncle?
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
and me; I in word.
Because that I am little, like an ape,
you what, my cousin Buckingham. He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My gracious lord, will’t please you pass
along? Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward Will to your mother ; to entreat of her, spring.
[Aside. To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my
lord ? Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. duke of York.
Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ; brother?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.
But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart,
[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Care Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York?
dinul, and Attendants.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating l'ou said, that idle weeds are fast in growth:
Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Glo, No doubt, vodoubt: 0, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ; Hast. [Within.] Who knocks ?
Hast. [Within.] What is't o'clock?
nights? To make William lord Hastings of our mind, Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. For the instalment of this noble duke
First, he commends him to your noble lordship. In the seat royal of this famous isle?
Hast. And then, Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt That he will not be won to aught against him. To-night the boar had rased off his helm : Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Besides, he says, there are two councils held; will not he?
And that may be determin’d at the one, Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Which may make you and him to rue at th'other. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s gentle Catesby,
pleasure, And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, If presently you will take horse with him, How he doth stand affected to our purpose ; And with all speed post with him toward the And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
north, To sit about the coronation.
To shun the danger that his soul divines. If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons : Bid him not fear the separated councils : If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
His honour, and myself, are at the one ; Be thou so too; and so break off the talk, And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby ; And give us notice of his inclination :
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ’d. Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance : Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him, And for his dreams--I wonder, he's so fond Catesby,
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers : His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle ; Were to incense the boar to follow us, And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business And we will both together to the Tower, soundly.
Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you Glo. Sball we hear from you, Catesby, ere we say.
. sleep? Cate. You shall, my lord.
Enter CATESBY. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! both.
[Erit Catesby. Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if stirring: we perceive
What news, what news, in thisour tottering state? Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord; Glo. Chop off his head, man ;--somewhat we And, I believe, will never stand upright, will do :
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm, And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me Hast. How? wear the garland ? dost thou The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables mean the crown? Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. Cate. Ay, my good lord. Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from hand.
my shoulders, Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kind- Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canst thou guess, that he doth aim at it? Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you We may digest our complots in some form.
And, thereupon, he sends you this good news.com SCENE II.-Before Lord Hastings' house. That, this same very day, your enemies, Enter a Messenger.
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
Hast. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, 11css. My lord, my lord, - [Knocking. Because they bave been still my adversaries :
, that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, Than when thou met'st me last, where now we To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,)
And I in better state than ere I was.
, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Hast. Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that 1911 send some packing, that yet think not on't.
[Throwing him his purse. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
Purs. I thank
honour. When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.
Enter a Priest.
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
[ Aside. Hast. Iknow, they do; and I have well deserv'd Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chama it.
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ; Enter STANLEY.
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
What, go you toward the Tower
. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours; I shall return before your lordship thence. And never, in my life, I do protest,
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Was it more precious to me than 'tis now : Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st you, but that I know our state secure,
[ Aside. I would be so triumphant as I am?
Come, will you go?
Enter RatcliFF, with a Guard, conducting Ri.
VERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to execution.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,-
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
Rạt. Despatch ; the limit of your lives is out."
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers !
[Exeunt Stanley and Catesby, Richard the second here was hack'd to death : llow now, sirrah? how goes the world with
thee? And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, Purs . The better, that your lordship please to We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,