York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours. Too late 1 he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Glos. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? lord, York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth. The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glos. He hath, my lord. York. And therefore is he idle? Glos. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you than I. Glos. He may command me as my sovereign, But you have power in me as in a kinsman. York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. Glos. 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. Glos. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it! Glos. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O, then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; Lately. In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay. York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glos. How? York. Little. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me: He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. He prettily and aptly taunts himself. So cunning and so young is wonderful. Glos. My lord, will 't please you pass along? To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glos. Why, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost. My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Glos. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. But come, my lord; and, with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed1 by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: 2 Buck. Well, let them rest.—Come hither, Catesby: Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend, As closely to conceal what we impart. Thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way :- In the seat royal of this famous isle? Cates. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will not he? |