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Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's

gone. Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's

gone. Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are

gone. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss.

Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs; Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they :Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much dis

pleas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing; In common worldly things, 'tis call’d-ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.

Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Stanley, Hast

INGS, Ratcliffe, and Others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause

* For it requires -] i. e. because.

To wail the dimming of our shining star;
But none can cure their harms by wailing them.-
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not see your grace :-Humbly on my knee
I crave your blessing.
Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy

Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !

Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. [ Aside. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing

peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Must gently be preserv’d, cherish’d, and kept: Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of

Buckingham? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-head wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course, as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm, and true, in me.

Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put

To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Which, haply, by much company might he urg'd:
Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham,
That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.

Hast. And so say I.

Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,—and you my mother, will you go To give your censures in this weighty business?

(Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER.
Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,
For God's sake, let not us two stay at home:
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
As index to the story' we late talk' of,
To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.

Ġlo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
My oracle, my prophet !—My dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.



The same. A Street.

Enter Two Citizens, meeting. i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away

so fast? 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad? 1 Cit.

Yes; the king's dead. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.


your censures -] To censure formerly meant to deliver an opinion.

· As index to the story -] i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude. VOL, VII.


Enter another Citizen.

3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1 Cit.

Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's

death! 2 Cit.

y, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous

world. i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son

shall reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child!

2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

i Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends,

God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. i Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and

mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and

proud: And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. i Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be


All may

3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on

their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:

be well; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost” with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instínct, 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. Whither away?

2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.


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Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of

York, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Strat-

And at Northampton they do rest to-night:
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.

Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost over-ta'en him in his growth.

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.

- You cannot reason almost -] To reason, is to converse.

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