O, full of danger is the Duke of Glo'fter, And the Queen's fons and brother's haughty, proud: This fickly land might folace as before. [cloaks; 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are feen, wife men put on their When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the fun fets, who doth not look for night? Untimely ftorms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but if God fort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reafon almoft with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, ftill is it fo; 2 Cit. Marry, we were fent for to the Juftices. Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Arch. I Heard they lay the last night at Northampton, To-morrow or next day they will be here. Dutch. I long with all my heart to fee the Prince; York, Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. Dutch. Dutch. Why, my good coufin, it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night as we did fit at fupper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother. Ay, quoth my uncle Glo'fter, He was the wretched'ft thing when he was young, That if his rule were true, he should be gracious. To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. [it. Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Enter a Meffenger. Arch. Here comes a meffenger: what news? Mef. Such news, my Lord, as grieves me to report. Queen. How doth the Prince? Mef. Well, Madam, and in health. Dutch. What is thy news? Mef. Lord Rivers and Lord Gray are fent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Dutch. Dutch. Who hath committed them? Mef. The mighty Dukes, Glo'fter 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 Lady. Queen. Ah me! I fee the ruin of my houfe; Upon the innocent and awless throne; Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! And frantick outrage! end thy damned fpleen, Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to Sanctuary. Madam, farewel. Dutch. Stay, I will go with you. Queen. You have no caufe. Arch. My gracious Lady, go, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll refign unto your Grace [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Continues in LONDON. The Trumpets found. Enter Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Archbishop, with others. BUCKINGHAM. Welcome, fweet Prince, to London, to your "chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear coufin, my thoughts Sovereign, 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, th' untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you diftinguish of a man, Than of his outward fhew, which, God he knows, God keep you from them, and from fuch falfe friends! none. Glo. My Lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you, Enter Lord Mayor. Mayor. God bless your Grace with health and happy days! I thought my mother, and my brother York, (a) London was anțiently call'd Camera regia. you all: Fie, Pope. Fie, what a flug is Haftings! that he comes not Enter Lord Hastings. Buck. And in good time here comes the fweating Lord. Prince. Welcome, my Lord; what, will our mother come? Haft. On what occafion 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 with-held. Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course If the deny, Lord Haftings, you go with him, Buck. You are too fenfeless, obftinate, my Lord, 2 Weigh it but with the 'greenness of his age, To those whofe dealings have deferv'd the place: Arch. z groffness of this ... old edit. Warb, emend. |