Has almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Glofter, He was the wretched'ft thing, when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And fo, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. 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 fay, my uncle grew fo faft, That he cold gnaw a cruft at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Dutch. His nurfe! why, fhe was dead ere thou wast born. York. If 'twere not fhe, I cannot tell who told me. Queen. Aparlous boy :-Go to, you are too 'fhrewd. the wretched')-The most puny, pitiful, unpromifing. 1 had been remember'd,]—had recollected. parlous]-perilous. fbrew'd.]-waggish, fatirical. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a meffenger: What news? Mef. Well, madam, and in health. Mef. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners; and, with them, Sir Thomas Vaughan. Dutch. Who hath committed them? Mef. The mighty dukes, Glofter, and Buckingham. Arch. For what offence? Mef. The fum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord. Queen. Ah me, I fee the ruin of my houfe! The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind; Infulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and "awlefs throne:- Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! Blood to blood, felf against felf:-O, preposterous And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on 'death no more! Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctuary.Madam, farewel. Dutch. Stay, I will go with you. Queen. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll refign unto your grace The feal I keep; And fo betide to me, [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. In London. The trumpets found. Enter the Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Glofter and Buckingham, Cardinal Bourchier, and others. Buck. Welcome, fweet prince, to London, to your ' chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear coufin, my thoughts' fovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our croffes on the way Have made it tedious, wearifome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years • earth. P chamber]-London was anciently called Camera regia. Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : Than of his outward fhew; which, God he knows, God keep you from them, and from fuch false friends! 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 Haftings. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come? Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I, Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course jumpetb]-accordeth. Is this of hers?-Lord cardinal, will your grace If the deny,-lord Haftings, you go with him, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Buck. You are too fenfeless-obftinate, my lord, Too 'ceremonious, and traditional; Weigh it but with the groffnefs of this age, To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, But fanctuary children ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.Come on, lord Haftings, will you go with me? Haft. I go, my lord. Prince. Good lords, make all the fpeedy hafte you may. [Exeunt Cardinal, and Haftings. ceremonious, and traditional, &c.]—fuperftitious, and attached to old cuftoms; you' confider this matter only according to those grofs prejudices, which prevail in the prefent age.-Weigh it but with the greennefs of his age,-Attend but to the duke's green years. |