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Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! i 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 fall

reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land that's govern’d by a child!

2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government,
Which * 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 staie fo ? no, no, good friends,

God wot; For then, this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave countel; then the King Had virtuous uncles !o protest his Grace. I Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his faiber and

mother. 3 Cit. Beiter it were they all came by his father, Or by his father there were none at all : For enularion who shall now be nearest, . Will touch us all too wear, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the Duke of Glo'ster; And the Queen's sons and brothers haughty, proud; And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly lard might solace as before. 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;

The word which has no antecedent, nor can the sense or connection be easily restored by any 1 Believe a line to be lost, in which fome, mcation was made of the land or the people. Johnsoo.

When the sun sets, who do:h not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but if God fort it so,
?Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly the hearts of men are full of fear; You cannot realon almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3 Cit. Before the days of change still is it so;
By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust
Ensuing danger ; as by proof we see,
The waters Iwell before a boist'rous storm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the Justices.
3 Cat. And so was I, P'll bear you company. (Exeunt.

S CE N E : V.
Changes to the Court,

Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,

the Queen, ard the Duchess of York. Arch. I heard they lay' the last night at Nor

thampton, At Stony Stratford they do rest to night ; To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Duch. I long with all my heart to see the Prince; I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

Queen. But I hear not; they say my son of York Has almost over-ta'en him in his growth. ,

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo.
Duch. Why, my young cousin, it is good toʻgrow.

York. Grandany, one night as we'did sit at fupper,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother: Ay, quoth my uncle Glo'fter,
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
And fince, methinks, l' would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are flow, and weeds make haste.

Duch. Good faith, good faitli, the laying did not In him tliat did object the same to thee. [hold He was the wretched'st thing when he was young; So long a growing, and so let urely, That, if his rule were true, he lhould be gracious.

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York. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious Madam,
Duch I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememI could have giv'n my uncle's Grace a flout [berid, To touch 'his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I prythee, let ite

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.
Queen. A perlous boy-go to, you are too shrewd.
Duch. Good'Madam, be not angry with a child.
Queen. Pitchers have ears.

Enter a Messenger.
Arch. Here comes a Messenger : what news?
Mell. Such news, my Lord, as grieves me to report.
Queen. How doth the Prince?
Mell. Well, Madam, and in health.
Düch. What is thy news ?
Mejf. Lord Rivers and Lord Gray are sent to

With them Sir Thomas' Vaughan, prisoners.

Duch. Who hath committed them?
M. The mighty Dukes,
Glo'ster and Buckingham.

Queen. For what offence ?
M:/. The sum of all I can, I have disclosd :
Wiy or for what the Nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lady.

Queen. Ah me! I see the ruin of my house;
The tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind.
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and awless throne ;
Welcome, destruction, blood and massacre !
I fee, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! How many


you have mine eyes beheld ? My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my fons were tost, For me to joy and weep, their gain and loss. And being feated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves the conquerors Make war upon themselves, blood against blood, Self against felf. O most preposterous And frantic outrage ! end thy damned spleen, Or let me die, to look on death no more.

Queen:Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctuary. -Madam, farewell. Duch. Ştay, I will go with you, Queen. You have no cause. Arch. 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 it me, As well I tender you, and all of yours ! -Go, .I'll conduct you to the fanctuary. [Exeunt.



In London.

The trumpets found. Enter Prince of Wales, the

Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Archbishop, with others.

Buckingham. WE Elcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your

chamber * Glou. Welcome, dear cousin, my thought's Soye

reign; The weary way hath made you melancholy.

Prince. No, uncle, but our crosles on the way Have made it tedious, wearifome and heavy. I want more uncles here to welcome me.

*London-was aaciently called Camcra regia. Pope. 'Vol. VI.


Glou. Sweet Prince, th' untainted virtue of your Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit, [years Nor more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward Thew, which, God he knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Thole 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 thein, and from such false friends!

Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they

were none.

you all.

Glou. My Lord, the Mayor of London comes to
greet you.

Enter Lord Mayor.
Mayor. God bless your Grace with health and

happy days!
Prince. I thank you, good my Lord, and thank
I thought my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way.
Fy, what a slug is Hastings ? that he comes not
To tell us whether they will come or no.

Enter. Lord Hastings.
Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating

Prince. Welcome, my Lord; what, will our mo-

ther come?
Haft. On what occasion God he knows, not I,
The Queen your mother and your brother York
Have taken sanctuary; the tenderPrince
Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace,
But by his mother was perforce with-held.

Buck. Fy, what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers ? Lord Cardinal, will your Grace Perfuade the Queen to send the Duke of York Unto his princely brother presently? If she deny, Lord Hastings, you go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce:

Arch. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oraCan from his mother win the Duke of York, [tory

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