You break not sanctuary in seising him.
The benefit thereof is always granted

To those whose dealings have deserved the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place. This prince hath neither claim'd it nor deserved it, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, You break no privilege nor charter there.

Oft have I heard of sanctuary men ;

But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.

Car. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for

once.

Come on, lord Hastings; will you go with me?
Has. I go, my lord.

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?
Glos. Where it seems best unto your royal self.

If I may counsel you, some day or two,

Your highness shall repose you at the Tower;
Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit
For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place.
Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord?

Glos. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd ;

Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,

Even to the general all-ending day.

Glos. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live

long.

Prince. What say you, uncle?

[aside.

Glos. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice,1 Iniquity,

I moralise two meanings in one word.

[aside.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man:

With what his valor did enrich his wit,
His wit set down, to make his valor live.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
Buck. What, my gracious lord?

Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,

Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.

Glos. Short summers lightly 2 have a forward

spring.

Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.

[aside.

Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke

of York.

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

1 Sensible vice: in allusion to the buffoon in the old plays, who was termed a Vice.

2 Commonly.

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?

York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
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, 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.

But

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;

1 Lately.

In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
Glos. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.,
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glos. What, would you have my weapon, little
lord?

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:
Because that I am little, like an ape,

He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

He prettily and aptly taunts himself.

So cunning and so young is wonderful.

Glos. My lord, will 't please you pass along?
Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
Will to your mother, to entreat of her

To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my

lord?

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.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

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, ana Attendants.

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York

Was not incensed 1 by his subtle mother

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

Glos. No doubt, no doubt! O, 'tis a parlous boy;

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: 2
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.

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 :-
What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter

To make William lord Hastings of our mind,
For the instalment of this noble duke

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?