SCENE IV [London. The palace.] Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Northampton; I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. 5 York. Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. 10 More than my brother. "Ay," quoth my uncle "Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow And since, methinks I would not grow so fast, haste. 15 Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold 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. 20 [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 rememb’red, I could have given my uncle's Grace a flout, To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I prithee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast 26 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. 30 Duch. I prithee, 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. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a messenger. What news? Q. Eliz. How doth the Prince ? Mess. Duch. What is thy news? Well, madam, and in health. 41 Mess. Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloucester and Buckingham. The mighty dukes For what offence? 45 Arch. 50 55 55 Why or for what the nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord. Q. Eliz. Ay me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and aweless throne. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre ! I see, as in a map, the end of all. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! My husband lost his life to get the crown, And often up and down my sons were toss'd 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 against self. O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on earth no more! Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. F 60 65 Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. My gracious lady, go; The seal I keep; and so betide to me 70 Exeunt. Michigan. ACT THIRD SCENE I [London. A street.] The trumpets sound. Enter the young Prince, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Cardinal [Bourchier, Catesby,] and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Glou. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign. The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way 5 Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy. Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, 11 Those uncles which you want were dangerous; friends! 15 |