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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 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 That looks not heavily, and full of dread.
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instínct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see 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.
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 over-ta'en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
• You cannot reason almost -] To reason, is to converse.
Duch. Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
-been remember'd,] To be remiembered is, in Shakspeare, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one.
A parlous boy:] Parlous is keen, shrewd.
Enter a Messenger.
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?
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
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 domestick broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous
- awless ---] Not producing awe, nor reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach.
And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen;
tuary:Madam, farewell. Duch.
Stay, I will
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. [Exeunt.
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, theuntainted virtue of your years
to your chamber.] London was anciently called Camera regis. This title it began to have immediately after the Norman conquest.
Hath not yet div’d into the world's deceit:
Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy
days! 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 mo
ther 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 Persuade the queen to send the duke of York