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Enter two Citizens, meeting. 1 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,

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. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while ! 3 Çit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. 1 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, 7 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.

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3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends,

God wot;8


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 well. 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: All may be well; but, if God sort it "Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : You cannot reason9 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 instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see




9 Converse.

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 York.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stonya

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 overta'en him in his growth.

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin; it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at sup

per, 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


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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 remem-

ber'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, 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 ?
York. Grandam, his nurse.
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.

Enter a Messenger.

Here comes a messenger ;

Arch, What news?


Such news, my lord,

i Perilous, dangerous,

As grieves me to unfold.
Q. Eliz.

How doth the prince?
Mess. Well, madam, and in health.

What is thy news ? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to

With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. '

Duch. Who hath committed them?

The mighty dukesy
Gloster and Buckingham.
Q. Eliz.

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


house !
The tiger now hath seiz’d the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and awless throne :-
Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!


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 domestic broils
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves ; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self'gainst self:-0, preposterous
And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen;
Or let me die, to look on death no more!

you have mine

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