Glou. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glou. How? York. Little. 125 Prince. My Lord of York will still be cross in Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; 130 He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself. So cunning and so young is wonderful. Glou. My lord, will 't please you pass along? Myself and my good cousin Buckingham Will to your mother, to entreat of her 135 To meet you at the Tower and welcome you. lord? 140 Prince. My lord protector needs will have it So. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glou. Why, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me he was murder'd there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead. Glou. Nor none that live, I hope. 145 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.. 150 [A Sennet. Exeunt all but Gloucester, Buckingham, and Catesby. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glou. No doubt, no doubt. O, 'tis a parlous boy, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable! He is all the mother's, from the top to toe. Buck. 155 Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend As closely to conceal what we impart. Thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way; 160 What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter To make William Lord Hastings of our mind, For the instalment of this noble duke In the seat royal of this famous isle? Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince That he will not be won to aught against him. 165 |