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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, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace: And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did
not hold In him that did object the same to thee : He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
Arch. Andso, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remem
ber’d, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let me
hear it. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this ?
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.
Enter a Messenger. Arch.
Here comes a messenger: What news?
Mess. Such news, my lord,
How doth the prince?
What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to
Duch. Who hath committed them?
The mighty dukes,
For what offence?
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
you have mine eyes beheld? My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often
up and down my sons were tost, For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss: And being seated, and domestick broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous
- awless -] Not producing awe, nor reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach.
And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen;
tuary: Madam, farewell. Duch.
Stay, I will
My gracious lady, go,
[To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep; And so betide to me, As well I tender you, and all of yours ! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt.
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' sove
reign: The weary way hath made
. 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, theuntainted virtueofyour 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:
Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to
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
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 mo
ther 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?
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Buch. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional:6 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, You break not sanctuary in seizing him. The benefit thereof is always granted To those whose dealings have deserv’d the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it; And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, You break no privilege nor charter there. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Hast. I Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
go, my lord.
6 Too ceremonious, and traditional:] Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for adherent to old customs.
? 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.