Devis'd impeachments to imprifon him; Dutch. Ah! that deceit fhould fteal fuch gentle shape, And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice! He is my fon, ay, and therein my fhame; Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Son. Think you my uncle did diffemble, grandam? Dutch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark, what noife is this? Enter the Queen with her hair about her ears, Rivers and Dorfet after her. Queen. Ah! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep? Dutch. What means this fcene of rude impatience? If That our fwift-winged fouls may catch the King's, Dutch. Ah! fo much int'reft have I in thy forrow, But But death hath fnatch'd my husband from mine arms, To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries! Queen. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth complaints: a Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! rence! Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. Were never orphans had fo dear a loss. Dorf. Comfort, dear mother; God is much difpleas'd, That with unthankfulness you take his doing. In common worldly things 'tis call'd ungrateful Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent: (a) forth complaints: All fprings reduce their currents to mine eyes, May fend forth plenteous tears to drown the world. Much Much, more to be thus oppofite with heav'n, Riv. Madam, bethink you like a careful mother Enter Gloucester, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings Glo. Sifter, have comfort: all of us have cause I crave your bleffing. Dutch. God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old man! That is the butt end of a mother's bleffing; I marvel that her Grace did leave it out. That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, [Afide. Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-forrowing Peers, Now chear each other in each other's love; Though we have spent our harvest of this King, [bam? Which would be fo much the more dangerous, Glo. I hope the King made peace with all of us; 9 'Stan. And fo in me, and fo I think in all. Which haply by much company might be urg'd; That it is meet 'but few fhould fetch the Prince, Glo. Then be it fo, and go we to determine To give your cenfures in this weighty bufinefs? [Exeunt, Buck. My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the Queen's proud kindred from the Prince, My oracle, my prophet! my dear coufin, I, as a child, will go by thy direction. Tow'rd Ludlow then, for we'll not ftay behind. [Exeunt, Enter one Citizen at one door, and another at the other. 1 Cit. GOOD morrow, neighbour, whither away so faft? 2 Cit. I promise you I hardly know Hear you the news abroad? 1 Cit. Yes, the King is dead. my felf: 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r Lady, feldom comes a better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God fpeed! 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, Sir. 3 [death? Cit. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's 2 Cit. Ay, Sir, it is too true, God help the while! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. I Cit. No, no, by God's good grace his fon fhall reign. 3 Cit: Wo to that land that's govern'd by a child! 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government : Which in his non-age, counsel under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself No doubt fhall then, and 'till then govern well. 1 Cit. So ftood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine months old. [wot; 3 Cit. Stood the ftate fo? no, no, good friends, God For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counfel; then the King Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace. 1 Cit. Why, fo hath this, both by his father and mother. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Or by his father there were none at all: For emulation, who fhall now be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full |