The water swell before a boist❜rous storm. But leave it all to God. Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. 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-Stratford; Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. 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. Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. What is thy news? Q. Eliz. Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Duch. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pomfret, With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. For what offence? The mighty dukes, 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! Upon the innocent and awless throne :- Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Or let me die, to look on death no more! Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.Madam, farewel. Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. [Exeunt. ACT III.....SCENE I. The same. A Street. The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BoURCHIER, and Others. Buck. Welcome, 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 div'd into the world's deceit: No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; God keep you from them, and from such false friends! 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 [Exeunt Mayor, &c. all. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, 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. Fy! what an indirect and peevish course If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate We should infringe the holy privilege Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, 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 those who have the wit to claim the place: 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 Card. and HÄST. 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:- Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. [Aside. } Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, |