Anon expect him here; but if she be
Obdurate to entreaties, God forbid
We fhould infringe the holy privilege
Of fanctuary! not for all this land
Would I be guilty of fo deep a fin.
Buck. You are too fenfeleis-obftinate,
Too ceremonious and traditional *.
Weigh it but with the groffness of this age t,
You break not fanctuary in feizing him;
The benefit thereof is always granted

my Lord; :

To those whofe dealings have deferv'd the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place:
This Prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deferv'd it; .
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 fanctuary-men,

But fanctuary-children ne'er till now.

Arch. My Lord, you fhall o'er-rule my mind for

once.

Come on, Lord Haftings, will you go with me?
Haft. I go, my Lord.

Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedy hafte you
may. [Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings.
Say, uncle Glo'fter, if our brother come,
Where thall we fojourn till our coronation?
Glou. Where it feems beft unto your royal felf:
If I may counfel you, fome day or two

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Your Highness fhall repofe you at the Tower:
Then where you pleafe, and fhall be thought most
For beft health and recreation.
your
Prince. I do not like the Tower of any place.
Did Julius Cæfar build that place, my Lord?
Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,
Which, fince, fucceeding ages have re-edify'd.
Prince. Is it upon record? or elfe reported
Succeffively, from age to age, he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious Lord.

* Ceremonious for fuperftitious; traditional for adherent to old customs. Warburton.

Weigh it but with the greennefs of his age. War..
D d a

Prince. But fay, 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.

Glou. So wife, foyoung, they fay, do ne'er live long.

[Afide: Glou. I fay, without characters fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vicet, iniquity,

Prince. What fay you, uncle?

Afide.. I moralize: two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit fet 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 y you what, my coufin 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 foldier, as I liv'd a king.

Glou. Short-fummer lightly + has a forward spring

Enter York, Haflings, and Archbishop,

[Afide.

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

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

* We should read,—intail'd to all pofterity. Warb.

By Vice, the author means not a quality but a perfon. There was hardly an old play, till the period of the Reformation, which had not in it a Devil, and a droll character, a jefter, (who was to play upon the devil;) and this buffoon went by the name of a Vice. Theob

The fenfe of the paffage is this: Thus my morali'ties, or the fententious expreffion I have just uttered, retemble thofe of the Vice, Iniquity, in the play; the indecencies which ly at the bottom are fheltered from exception, and the indignation they would excite, if nakedly delivered, under the ambiguity of a double meaning.' Revital.

Lightly, commonly, in ordinary course, Johnfons

York. Well, my dread Lord, fo muft I call your now. Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours; Too late he dy'd that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath loft much majefty.

Glou. How fares our coufin, noble Lord of York? York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O my Lord, You faid that idle weeds are faft in growth: The Prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glou. He hath, my Lord.

York. And therefore is he idle?

Glou. Oh, my fair coufin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you than I. Glou. He may command me as my Sovereign, But you have pow'r in me, as in a kinfman.

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this your dagger. Glou My dagger, little confin? 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 gift to give.

Glou. A greater gift than that I'll give my coufin. York. A greater gift? O, that's the fword to it. Glou. Ay, gentle coufin, were it light enough. York. O, then I fee you'll part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll fay a beggar nay.

Glou. It is too weighty for your Grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Glou. What, would you have my weapon, little·
Lord?

York. I would, that I might thank you, as you call me.

Glow. How?

York. Little.

Prince. My Lord of York will still be cross in talk. Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me: Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me : Because that I am little like an ape,

He thinks that you should bear me on your fhoulders. Buck. With what a fharp-provided wit he reafons!

* i. e. I fhould ftill efteem it but a trifling gift were it heavier. Warburton.

To mitigate the fcorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself;
So cunning, and to young, is wonderful.
Glou. My Lord, will't pleafe you pass along?
Mvfelf, and my good coufin Buckingham
Will to your mother, to intreat of her

To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my
Lord?

Prince. My Lord Protector needs will have it fo.
York. I fhall not fleep in quiet at the Tower.
Glou. Why, what fhould you fear?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence" angry ghost; My grandam told me he was murder'd there. Frince. I fear no uncles dead.

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, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

[Exeunt Prince, York, Haftings and Dorfet.

Manent Gloucefter, Buckingham and Catesby.

Buck. Think you, my Lord, this little prating York

Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother,

To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobriously?
Glow. No doubt, no doubt. Oh, 'tis a per❜lous boy,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them reft. Come, Catesby, thou
art fworn

As deeply to effect what we intend,

As clofely to conceal what we impart.

Thou know't our reafons urg'd upon the way;
What think't thou? is it not an eafy matter
To make Lord William Haftings of our mind,
For the inftalment of this noble Duke

In the feat royal of this famous ifle?

Catef. He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to aught against him.

Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will
not he?-

Catef. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
Buck. Well then, no more than this. Go, gentle
Catesby,

And, as it were far off, found thou Lord Haftings,
How he doth ftand affected to our purpose;
And fummon him to-morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the coronation.

If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reafons;
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou fo too, and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination;
For we to-morrow hold divided councils *
Wherein thy felf thalt highly be employ'd.
Glou. Commend me to Lord William; tell him,
Catefby,

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His ancient knot of dangerous adverfaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle kifs the more.
Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business
foundly.

Gates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Glou. Shall we hear from you, Catefby, ere we fleep?

Catef. You fhall, my Lord.

both.

Glou. At Crafby-place, there you fhall find us [Exit Catefby. Buck. My Lord, what fhall we do if we perceive Lord Haftings will not yield to our complots?

Glou. Chop off his head, man; fomewhat we will And look, when I am King, claim thou of me [do. The Earldom of Hereford, and the moveables Whereof the King, my brother, ftood poffefs'd.

Buck. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's hand. Glou. And look to have it yielded with all kindCome, let us fup betimes; that, afterwards, [ness. We may digeft our complots in fome form. [Exeunt.

* That is, a private confultation, feparate from the known and public council. Johnfon.