2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad? 1 Cit. Yes; the king's dead. + 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death? 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. 1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud: "Yes, that the king is dead." MALONE. And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. [Exeunt. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young Duke of YORK, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of YORK. Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Strat- And at Northampton they do rest to-night:† 2 You cannot reason almost-] To reason is to converse. At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night." MALONE. 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. Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. been remember'd,] To be remember'd is, in Shakspeare, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one. A parlous boy:] Parlous is keen, shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pom fret, With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. The mighty dukes, For what offence? Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! Upon the innocent and awless* throne: - Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days; 4 -awless] Not producing awe, nor reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach. Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:- O, preposterous Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. Duch. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. [Exeunt. GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and Others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.5 Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign: 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, to your chamber.] London was anciently called Camera regis. This title it began to have immediately after the Norman conquest. |