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If she deny, lord Hastings, you go with him,
And from her jealous arts pluck him perforce.

Arch. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Anon expect him here'; but if she be
Obdurate to entreaties, God forbid,
We should infringe the holy privilege
Of sanctuary! not for all this land
Would I be guilty of fo deep a sin.

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 clain the place;
This prince hath neither claim d'it, nor deferv'd it;
Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it ;
Then taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Oft have I heard' of sanctuary-men,
But fanctuary-children ne'er till nows

Arch. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind' for oncé.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?'
Hast. I go, my lord.
Prince, Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.

Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings.
Say, uncle Clo'ster, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self:
If I may counsel you, some day or two
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.
Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?

Bøck. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place, Which since, succeeding ages have re-edify'd.

PRINCE. Is it upon record, or else reported Syccessively 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.
Cuo. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long.

(Alde. PRINCE. What say you, uncle ?

Glo. I fay, without characters fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity,

[Alide. I moralize : Two meanings in one word.

[Afide, PRINCE. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his va'our live. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; . For now he lives in same, 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 liv'd a king.

Glo. Short summer lightly has a forward spring: (Alide,

Enter York, Hastings, and Archbishop:
Buck. Now in good time here comes the duke of York.
PRINCE. Richard of York, how fares our noble 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 loft 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,
The prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far.
Glo. He hath, my lord,
YORK. And therefore is he idle ?
Glo. Oh, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
York. Then is he more beholden to you than I.

Glo. He may command me as my sovereign,
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman.

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this your dagger.
Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.
PRINCE. A beggar, brother ?

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
And being but a toy, which is no gift to give,

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
YORK, A greater gift? O, that's the sword to it.
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough..

York. O, then I see you'll part but with light gifts ; In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glo. What would you have my weapon, little lord ?
York. I would, that I might thank you, as you call me:
GLO, How ?

York. Little.

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 lord, will’t please you pass along.
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham
Will to your mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.

YORK. What will you go unto the Tower, my lord ?
PRINCE. My lord Protector, needs will have it so.
YORK. I shall not seep in quiet at the Tower.
Clo. Why, what should you fear ?

York. Marry,' my uncle Clarence' angry ghoft;
My grandam told me, he was murther'd there.

PRINCE. I fear no uncles dead.
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. --But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

(Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings and Dorset. Scene II. Manent Gloucester, Buckingham, and Catesby,

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Yorks
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? .

Glo. No doubt, no doubt. Oh, 'tis a per'lous bay,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.

Buck. Well, let them rest, Come, Catesby, thou art As deeply to effect what we intend,

[Twom As closely to conceal what we impart. Thou know'ft our reasons urg'd upon the way; What think’ft thou? Is it not an easy matter To make lord William Hattings of our mind, For the instalment of this noble duke In the seat royal of this famous ille?

Cat. He, for his father's sake, so loves the prince,
That he will not be won to aught against him.

BUCK. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not he?
CAT. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
BUCK. Well then, no more than this. Go, gentle

And, as it were far off, suund thou lord Hastings
How he doth stand affected to our purpose ;
And fummon him to-morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the coronation.
If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons ;
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too, and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination ;
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ’d.

Glo. Commend me to lord William ; tell him, Cately,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle ;
Apd bid my friend, for joy of this good news,

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