Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,

Even to the general all-ending day.

Glos. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.

Prince. What say you, uncle?

[aside.

Glos. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice,1 Iniquity,

I moralise two meanings in one word.

[aside.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man:
With what his valor did enrich his wit,
His wit set down, to make his valor 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.

Glos. Short summers lightly 2 have a forward

spring.

Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.

[aside.

Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke

of York.

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

1 Sensible vice: in allusion to the buffoon in the old plays, who was termed a Vice.

2 Commonly.

York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you

now.

Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours. Too late1 he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

Glos. 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.
Glos. He hath, my lord.

York.

And therefore is he idle? Glos. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you than I. Glos. He may command me as my sovereign, you have power in me as in a kinsman.

But

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. Glos. 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 grief to give. Glos. A greater gift than that I'll give my

cousin.

York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it! Glos. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O, then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts;

1 Lately.