Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanc And thither bear your treasure and your goods. ACT III. SCENE I. The same. A Street. [Exeunt. 'The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOUCHIER, 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 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, 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 If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him. Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, 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, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :- Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Prince. What say you, uncle? [Aside. Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. } Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, 2 Sensible vice, the buffoon in the old plays. I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Glo. Short summers lightly3 have a forward spring. [Aside. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. 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. 4 Lately 3 Commonly. |