Arch. My Lord, you fhall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Haftings, will you go with me?

Haft. I go, my Lord. [Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings. Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedy hafte you may. Say, uncle Glo'fter, if our brother come,

Where fhall we fojourn 'till our coronation?

Gio. Where it seems beft unto your royal felf.
If I may counsel you, fome day or two
Your Highness fhall repofe you at the Tower:
Then where you please, and fhall be thought moft fit
For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower of any place;
Did Julius Cæfar build that place, my Lord?
•Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,
Which fince, fucceeding ages have 3'rebuilt.
Prince. Is it upon record? or elfe reported
Succeffively from age to age he built it?

Buck. Upon record, my gracious Lord.

Prince. But fay, my Lord, it were not register'd,
Methinks the truth fhould live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all pofterity,

Even to the general all-ending day.

Glo. So wife, fo young, they say do ne'er live long.
Prince. What fay you, uncle?

Glo. I fay, without characters fame lives long.
Thus, like the formal + 'wife antiquity,`

I moralize two meanings in one word.

Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit fet down to make his valour live:
Death 'made no conqueft of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my coufin Buckingham.
Buck. What, my gracious Lord?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our antient right in France again,

[Afide.

Or

3 re-edify'd. 4 vice, iniquity, . . . old edit. Warb, emend. 5 makes

Or die a foldier, as I liv'd a King.

Glo. Short fummer lightly has a forward spring.

Enter York, Haftings, 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, fo muft I call you now.
Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours;
Too/foon he dy'd that might have kept that title,
Which by his death hath loft much majetty.

Glo. How fares our coufin, noble Lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O my Lord,
You faid, 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 coufin, I muft not fay fo.
York. Then is he more beholden to you than I.
Glo. He may command me as my Sovereign,
But you have pow'r in me, as in a kinfman.

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York. I pray you 'uncle then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little coufin, with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother?

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give,
And being a toy it is no grief to give.

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my coufin.
York. A greater gift? O, that's the fword to it.
Glo. Ay, gentle coufin, were it light enough.
York. O then I fee you'll part but with light gifts,
In weightier things you'll fay a beggar nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your Grace to wear.
York. 'I'd 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;

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Uncle,

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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 fhoulders.
Buck. With what a fharp provided wit he reafons!
To mitigate the fcorn he gives his uncle,

He prettily and aptly taunts himself;

So cunning, and fo young, is wonderful.

Glo. ''My gracious Lord, will't please you pafs along? My felf and my good coufin Buckingham

Will to your mother, to entreat of her

To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.

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York. What will you go unto the Tower, my Lord? Prince. My Lord Protector 'here will have it fo. York. I fhall not fleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, Sir, what fhould you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: 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, Haftings and Archbishop.

SCENE II.

Manent Gloucefter, Buckingham and Catesby. Buck. Think you, my Lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his fubtle mother,

To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobriously?

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

Buck. Well, let them reft: come, Catesby, thou art fworn

As

1 My Lord,

z needs

3 Why, what

As deeply to effect what we intend,
As clofely to conceal what we impart:
Thou know'ft our reafons urg'd upon the way;
What think'ft thou? is it not an eafie matter
To make Lord William Haftings of our mind,
For the inftalment of this noble Duke

In the feat royal of this famous Inle?

Catef. He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him.

Buck. What think'ft thou then of Stanley? will not he? Catef. He will do all in all as Haftings doth.

Buck. Well then, no more than this: go, gentle Catesby,
And as it were far off found 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 reafons:
If he be be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou fo too, and fo break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination:
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
Wherein thy felf fhalt highly be employ'd.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catesby,
His antient knot of dangerous adverfaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kifs the more.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business foundly. Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we fleep? Catef. You fhall, my Lord.

Glo. At Crosby-place, there you fhall find us both. [Exit Catesby. Buck. My Lord, what fhall we do, if we perceive Lord Haftings will not yield to our complots? Glo. Chop off his head, man; fomewhat we will do, And look, when I am King, claim thou of me

Th'

Th' Earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables
Whereof the King, my brother, ftood poffeft.

Buck. I'll claim that promife at your Grace's hand.
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness.
Come, let us fup betimes, that afterwards
We may digeft our complots in fome form.

[Exeunt.

Haft. Cannot thy mafter fleep these tedious nights?
Mef. So it appears by what I have to fay:

First, he commends him to your noble self.

Haft. What then?

Mef. Then certifies your Lordship, that this night
He dreamt the boar had rafed off his helm:
Befides, he fays there are two councils held,
And that may be determin'd at the one,

Which may make you and him to rue at th' other.
Therefore he fends to know your Lordship's pleasure,
If you will presently take horfe with him,

And with all speed poft with him tow'rds the north,
To fhun the danger that his foul divines.

Haft. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,
Bid him not fear the feparated councils:
His honour and my felf are at the one,
And at the other is my good friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,
VOL. IV.

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