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And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
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,
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. Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be
well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their
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 : All may 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
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
The Same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of
York, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of
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 overta’en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
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 hare grace, great weeds do grow apuce : 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. And so, 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 remember'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 prythee, let me
Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy :-Go to, you are too
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
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 ?
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days !
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
tuary.Madam, farewell. Duch.
Stay, I will go with you.
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. [Ereunt.