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BUCKINGHAM: Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out, Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
GLOUCESTER: I hope the king made peace with all of us And the compact is firm and true in me.
RIVERS: And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urged: Therefore I say with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.
HASTINGS: And so say I.
GLOUCESTER: Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam, and you, my mother, will you go To give your censures in this weighty business?
QUEEN ELIZABETH: With all our harts.
BUCKINGHAM: My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince, For God's sake, let not us two be behind; For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the queen's proud kindred from the king.
GLOUCESTER: My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin, I, like a child, will go by thy direction. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
First Citizen: Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast?
Second Citizen: I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad?
First Citizen: Ay, that the king is dead.
Second Citizen: Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world.
Third Citizen: Neighbours, God speed!
First Citizen: Give you good morrow, sir.
Third Citizen: Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death?
Second Citizen: Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
Third Citizen: Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
First Citizen: No, no; by God's good grace his son shall reign.
Third Citizen: Woe to the land that's govern'd by a child!
Second Citizen: In him there is a hope of government, That in his nonage council under him, And in his full and ripen'd years himself, No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.
First Citizen: So stood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
Third Citizen: Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
First Citizen: Why, so hath this, both by the father and mother.
Third Citizen: Better it were they all came by the father, Or by the father there were none at all; For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester! And the queen's sons and brothers haught and proud: And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before.
First Citizen: Come, come, we fear the worst; all shall be well.
Third Citizen: When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. All may be well; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
Second Citizen: Truly, the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.
Third Citizen: Before the times of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing dangers; as by proof, we see The waters swell before a boisterous storm. But leave it all to God. whither away?
Second Citizen: Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
Third Citizen: And so was I: I'll bear you company.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton; At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.
DUCHESS OF YORK: I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: But I hear, no; they say my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
YORK: Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.
DUCHESS OF YORK: Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.
YORK: Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother: 'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester, 'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:' And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
DUCHESS OF YORK: Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee; He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a-growing and so leisurely, That, if this rule were true, he should be gracious.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.
DUCHESS OF YORK: 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.
DUCHESS OF YORK: How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.
YORK: Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
DUCHESS OF YORK: I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?
YORK: Grandam, his nurse.
DUCHESS OF YORK: His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.
YORK: If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Good madam, be not angry with the child.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Pitchers have ears.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Here comes a messenger. What news?
Messenger: Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: How fares the prince?
Messenger: Well, madam, and in health.
DUCHESS OF YORK: What is thy news then?
Messenger: Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
DUCHESS OF YORK: Who hath committed them?
Messenger: The mighty dukes Gloucester and Buckingham.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: For what offence?
Messenger: The sum of all I can, I have disclosed; Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: 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: Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all.
DUCHESS OF YORK: 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 toss'd, For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors. Make war upon themselves; blood against blood, Self against self: O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on death no more!
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell.
DUCHESS OF YORK: I'll go along with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: You have no cause.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: My gracious lady, go; And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep: and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
BUCKINGHAM: Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
GLOUCESTER: Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign The weary way hath made you melancholy.
PRINCE EDWARD: No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy I want more uncles here to welcome me.
GLOUCESTER: Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit Nor more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Those uncles which you want were dangerous; Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : God keep you from them, and from such false friends!
PRINCE EDWARD: God keep me from false friends! but they were none.
GLOUCESTER: My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.
Lord Mayor: God bless your grace with health and happy days!
PRINCE EDWARD: I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell us whether they will come or no!
BUCKINGHAM: And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
PRINCE EDWARD: Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?
HASTINGS: 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.
BUCKINGHAM: 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, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
CARDINAL: 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 mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid We should infringe the holy privilege Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
BUCKINGHAM: 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 deserved the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it nor deserved it; And 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 sanctuary children ne'er till now.
CARDINAL: My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
HASTINGS: I go, my lord.
PRINCE EDWARD: Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
GLOUCESTER: 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 EDWARD: I do not like the Tower, of any place. Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
BUCKINGHAM: He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
PRINCE EDWARD: Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?
BUCKINGHAM: Upon record, my gracious lord.
PRINCE EDWARD: 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.
GLOUCESTER:
PRINCE EDWARD: What say you, uncle?
GLOUCESTER: I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word.
PRINCE EDWARD: That Julius Caesar 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,--
BUCKINGHAM: What, my gracious lord?
PRINCE EDWARD: 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.
GLOUCESTER:
BUCKINGHAM: Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
PRINCE EDWARD: Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
YORK: Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now.
PRINCE EDWARD: 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.
GLOUCESTER: How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?

BUCKINGHAM: Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out, Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

GLOUCESTER: I hope the king made peace with all of us And the compact is firm and true in me.

RIVERS: And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urged: Therefore I say with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.

HASTINGS: And so say I.

GLOUCESTER: Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam, and you, my mother, will you go To give your censures in this weighty business?

QUEEN ELIZABETH: With all our harts.

BUCKINGHAM: My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince, For God's sake, let not us two be behind; For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the queen's proud kindred from the king.

GLOUCESTER: My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin, I, like a child, will go by thy direction. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.

First Citizen: Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast?

Second Citizen: I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad?

First Citizen: Ay, that the king is dead.

Second Citizen: Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world.

Third Citizen: Neighbours, God speed!

First Citizen: Give you good morrow, sir.

Third Citizen: Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death?

Second Citizen: Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!

Third Citizen: Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.

First Citizen: No, no; by God's good grace his son shall reign.

Third Citizen: Woe to the land that's govern'd by a child!

Second Citizen: In him there is a hope of government, That in his nonage council under him, And in his full and ripen'd years himself, No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.

First Citizen: So stood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

Third Citizen: Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.

First Citizen: Why, so hath this, both by the father and mother.

Third Citizen: Better it were they all came by the father, Or by the father there were none at all; For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester! And the queen's sons and brothers haught and proud: And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before.

First Citizen: Come, come, we fear the worst; all shall be well.

Third Citizen: When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. All may be well; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

Second Citizen: Truly, the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.

Third Citizen: Before the times of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing dangers; as by proof, we see The waters swell before a boisterous storm. But leave it all to God. whither away?

Second Citizen: Marry, we were sent for to the justices.

Third Citizen: And so was I: I'll bear you company.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton; At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

DUCHESS OF YORK: I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: But I hear, no; they say my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

YORK: Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.

DUCHESS OF YORK: Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.

YORK: Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother: 'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester, 'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:' And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

DUCHESS OF YORK: Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee; He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a-growing and so leisurely, That, if this rule were true, he should be gracious.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.

DUCHESS OF YORK: 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.

DUCHESS OF YORK: How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.

YORK: Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

DUCHESS OF YORK: I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?

YORK: Grandam, his nurse.

DUCHESS OF YORK: His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.

YORK: If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Good madam, be not angry with the child.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: Pitchers have ears.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Here comes a messenger. What news?

Messenger: Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: How fares the prince?

Messenger: Well, madam, and in health.

DUCHESS OF YORK: What is thy news then?

Messenger: Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.

DUCHESS OF YORK: Who hath committed them?

Messenger: The mighty dukes Gloucester and Buckingham.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: For what offence?

Messenger: The sum of all I can, I have disclosed; Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: 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: Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all.

DUCHESS OF YORK: 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 toss'd, For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors. Make war upon themselves; blood against blood, Self against self: O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on death no more!

QUEEN ELIZABETH: Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell.

DUCHESS OF YORK: I'll go along with you.

QUEEN ELIZABETH: You have no cause.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: My gracious lady, go; And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep: and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.

BUCKINGHAM: Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.

GLOUCESTER: Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign The weary way hath made you melancholy.

PRINCE EDWARD: No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy I want more uncles here to welcome me.

GLOUCESTER: Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit Nor more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Those uncles which you want were dangerous; Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : God keep you from them, and from such false friends!

PRINCE EDWARD: God keep me from false friends! but they were none.

GLOUCESTER: My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.

Lord Mayor: God bless your grace with health and happy days!

PRINCE EDWARD: I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell us whether they will come or no!

BUCKINGHAM: And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.

PRINCE EDWARD: Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?

HASTINGS: 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.

BUCKINGHAM: 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, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

CARDINAL: 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 mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid We should infringe the holy privilege Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

BUCKINGHAM: 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 deserved the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it nor deserved it; And 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 sanctuary children ne'er till now.

CARDINAL: My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?

HASTINGS: I go, my lord.

PRINCE EDWARD: Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

GLOUCESTER: 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 EDWARD: I do not like the Tower, of any place. Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?

BUCKINGHAM: He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.

PRINCE EDWARD: Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?

BUCKINGHAM: Upon record, my gracious lord.

PRINCE EDWARD: 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.

GLOUCESTER:

PRINCE EDWARD: What say you, uncle?

GLOUCESTER: I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word.

PRINCE EDWARD: That Julius Caesar 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,--

BUCKINGHAM: What, my gracious lord?

PRINCE EDWARD: 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.

GLOUCESTER:

BUCKINGHAM: Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.

PRINCE EDWARD: Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

YORK: Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now.

PRINCE EDWARD: 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.

GLOUCESTER: How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?