Duch. Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, In him that did object the same to thee: That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 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. been remember'd,] To be remembered is, in Shakspeare, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one. * A parlous boy:] Parlous is keen, shrewd. Arch. What news? Mess. Enter a Messenger. As grieves me to unfold. Q. Eliz. Here comes a messenger: Such news, my lord, How doth the prince? What is thy news? Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Duch. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pomfret, With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. The mighty dukes, For what offence? 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! Upon the innocent and awless1 throne:- Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, upon awless] Not producing awe, nor reverenced. To jut is to encroach. And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen; Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanc My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace As well I tender you, and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. The same. A Street. The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIer, and Others. 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 Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years to your chamber.] London was anciently called Camera regis. This title it began to have immediately after the Norman conquest. Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, 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: Fye, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no. 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, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld. Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers?-Lord cardinal, will your grace Persuade the queen to send the duke of York Unto his princely brother presently? 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:" Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,7 To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, 6 Too ceremonious, and traditional:] Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for adherent to old customs. 7 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,] That is, compare the act of seizing him with the gross and licentious practices of these times, it will not be considered as a violation of sanctuary, for you may give such reasons as men are now used to admit. |