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In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrate- For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,
Ris. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
Of the young prince your son: send straight for him,
Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives
Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's
That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
We are to reap the harvest of his son.
The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break
out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd:
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
And the compact is firin, and true, in me.
Riv. And so in me: and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach,
As index to the story we late talk'd of,
To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet !-My dear cousin, I, as a child, will go by thy direction. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. [Exeunt.
SCENE 111.-The same.-A Street.
Enter two CITIZENS, meeting.
1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so fast?
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
fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another CITIZEN.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed!
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 bope 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 politic grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.
2 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father;
Or, by his father, there were none at all:
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 en their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Which, haply, by much company might be When the sun sets, who doth not look for
Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham,
That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Hast. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear :
You cannot reason almost with a man
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust
SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in the Palace.
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-
And at Northampton they do rest to-night:
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.
Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
Duch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear it.
York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast,
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. Duch. I pr'ythee, 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.
Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd.
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with child.
Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Arch. Here comes a messenger:
What news ?
Mess. Such news, my lord,
As grieves me to unfold.
Q. Eliz. How doth the prince?
Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
Duch. What is thy news?
Mess. Lord Rivers and lord Grey are sent to
With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Duch. Who hath committed them!
Mess. The mighty dukes,
Gloster and Buckingham.
Q. Eliz. For what offence?
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
Q. Eliz. Ah! me, I see the ruin of my house!
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
Upon the innocent and awless throne :-
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days
Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditional;
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Hast. 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 ? Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal
If I may counsel you, some day, or two,
For your best health and recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any
Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord? Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. It is 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 regis
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
Glo. Short summers lightly + have a forward spring. [Aside. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me :
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,
Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along?
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
Prince. My lord protector needs will have
Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form.
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. SCENE II-Before Lord HASTINGS' House. Glo. Why, Sir, what should you fear?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there.
Glo. 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,
[Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, CAR-
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating|
Was not incensed by his subtle mother,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; +
Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn
know'st' our reasons urg'd upon the
What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter
Cate. 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?
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Catesby,
Enter a MESSENGER.
Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,
If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north,
To shun the danger that his soul divines.
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils: His honour, and myself, are at the one; And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance: ⚫
And for his dreams-I wonder, he's so fond +
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hast-To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Be thou so too, and so break off the talk,
Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him,
His dangerous knot of adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret castle;
Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
Cate. You shall, my lord.
Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. [Exit CATESBY. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we, if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we will do :
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables
Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's
Were to incense the boar to follow us,
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you [Exit.
Cate. Many good morrows to my noble lord! Hast, Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring :
What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
Cate. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd.
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party, for the gain thereof :
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence,
That they, who brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. Cate. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it. Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as
As thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear
For they account his head upon the bridge.
[Aside. Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv'd it.
Enter STANLEY. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man ?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
Stan. My lord, good-morrow; and good morrow, Catesby :
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as your's;
And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, [sure, Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast, This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward ! What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
Hast. Come, come, have with you.-Wot you what, my lord?
To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded. Stan. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads,
Than some that have accus'd them, wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let's away.
Enter a PURSUIVANT.
Then I was going prisoner to the Tower,
Purs. God hold it, to your honour's good content!
Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for me. [Throwing him his purse. Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit PURSUIVANT.
Enter a PRIEST. Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
SCENE III.-Pomfret.-Before the Castle. Enter RATCLIFF, with a guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to Execu tion.
Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners.
To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die,
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you?
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out. Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody
Then curs'd she Richard:-O remember, God,
Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,-let us here embrace :
Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.