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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' sove
reign : 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 Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ; Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : God keep you from them, and from such false friends! Prince, God keep me from false friends! but they Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train.
[Ereunt Mayor, &c. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way :Fie, 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
Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
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.
may. [Excunt Cardinal and Hastings. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self.
Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edify'd.
Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd ; Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
[ Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle ?
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man;
Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of
York. Princc. Richard of York! how fares our loving
brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours : Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
Glo. He hath, my lord.
And therefore is he idle ?
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; But
you have power in me, as in a kinsman. York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother ?
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin,