Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, God keep you from them, and from such false friends! were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy days! you all.― Prince. I thank you, good my lord;-and thank [Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way. Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord. What, will our mother come? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers!-Lord cardinal, will your grace If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Of blessed sanctuary! Not for all this land, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional;1 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, To those whose dealings have deserved the place, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind for once. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you [Exeunt Cardinal and HAST. may. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower; 1 Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for adherent to old customs. 2 Grossness here means plainness, simplicity. VOL. V. 8 Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place. Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have reëdified. Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not registered; Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed' to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Prince. What say you, uncle? [Aside. Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. } [Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valor did enrich his wit, Prince. An if I live until I be a man, 3 Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. [Aside. 1 i. e. recounted. Minsheu, in his Dictionary, 1617, besides the verb retail, in the mercantile sense, has the verb to retaile or retell. 2 For a notice of the vice in old plays, see note on Twelfth Night, Act iv. Sc. 2. "He appears (says Mr. Gifford) to have been a perfect counterpart of the harlequin of the modern stage, and had a twofold office, to instigate the hero of the piece to wickedness, and, at the same time, to protect him from the devil, whom he was permitted to buffet and baffle with his wooden sword, till the process of the story required that both the protector and the protected should be carried off by the fiend, or the latter driven roaring from the stage by some miraculous interposition in favor of the repentant offender." 3 Commonly. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so I must 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. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give ; Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glo. How? 1 Lately. 2 This taunting answer of the prince has been misinterpreted: he means to say, "I hold it cheap, or care but little for it, even were it heavier than it is." York. Little. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk ;— 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 shoulders.1 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. Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along? Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Will to your mother; to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; 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, HASTINGS, Cardinal, and Attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt. O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn 1 York alludes to the protuberance on Gloster's back, which was commodious for carrying burdens. |