2. Eliz. You have no cause.

Arch. [to the QUEEN.] My gracious lady, go. 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.-London.

A Street.

The trumpets sound. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL BOURCHIER, and others.

Buckingham.

ELCOME, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.

Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts'
sovereign:

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, the untainted virtue of your

years

Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit :
No more can you distinguish of a man

Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,

Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous;

Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,

But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : God keep you from them, and from such false friends!

Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they were none.

Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.

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 you all.

I thought my mother and my brother York Would long ere this have met us on the way: Fie, 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 mother 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. Fie! what an indirect and peevish

course

Is this of her!-Lord cardinal, will your grace
Persuade the queen to send the duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?

If she deny, loid Hastings, go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak

oratory

Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the holy privilege

Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land
Would I be guilty of so great a sin.

Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,

Too ceremonious and traditional :

Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing 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.

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 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?
Glo. 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.

Glo. [aside.] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Prince. What say you, uncle?

Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long.

[Aside.] Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was

man:

a

famous

With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour 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.

Glo. [aside.] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.

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

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

York. Well, my dread lord; so I must call

you now.

Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is

yours:

Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

Glo. 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. Glo. He hath, my lord.

York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then he is more beholden to you than I. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me, as in a kinsman.

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.

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. Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my

cousin.

York. A greater gift? O, that's the sword to it. Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O then, I see, you will part but with light gifts;

In weigthtier things you'll say a beggar, nay.

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.