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3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. But leave it all to God. 2 Cit. Marry, we are 3 Cit. And so was I;
SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace.
Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young Duke of
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin; it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did set at supper My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.
i. e. If I had had my thoughts about me.
I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,
York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast,
Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born.
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous' boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
The mighty dukes,
For what offence?
Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to PomWith them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Duch. Who hath committed them?
Gloster and Buckingham.
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and awless throne:—
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
O let me die, to look on death no more!
Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.— Madam, farewell.
My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen.
And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
SCENE I.-The same. A street.
The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and others.
i.e. encroach upon.
Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
Glo. Welcome, dear cousin,' my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy.
Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,
Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous;
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his train.
May. God bless your grace with health and happy days!
Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all.[Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way: Fye, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
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, The queen your mother, and your brother York,
Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince
Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course
Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate my lord,
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Hast. I go, my lord.
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
1i. e. compare it.