Anon expect him here; but if she be my Lord; : To those whofe dealings have deferv'd the place, 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? Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedy hafte you [tit Your Highness fhall repofe you at the Tower: * Ceremonious for fuperftitious; traditional for adherent to old customs. Warburton. Weigh it but with the greennefs of his age. War.. 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. Glou. What, would you have my weapon, little· 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, To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Prince. My Lord Protector needs will have it fo. 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? As deeply to effect what we intend, As clofely to conceal what we impart. Thou know't our reafons urg'd upon the way; 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 Catef. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And, as it were far off, found thou Lord Haftings, If thou doft find him tractable to us, 9 His ancient knot of dangerous adverfaries 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. |