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Anon expect him here; but if the be
Buck. You are too senseleis-obstinate, my Lord; ;
Arch. My Lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for
Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Hast. I go, my Lord.
may. [Exeunt Archbishop und Hastings.
Glou. Where it ieems best unto your royal self:
[tit Prince. I do not like the Tower of any place. Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my Lord?
Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which, fince, succeeding ages have re-edify’d.
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Succellively, from age to age, he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious Lord.
* Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for adherent to old customs. Warturton. * H'eigh it but with the greenness of his.czę Warl.
Prince. But say, my Lord, it were not register'd, Methinks the truth thould live from age to age, As 'twere retaild* to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.. Glou. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
[Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle?
Glou. I say, without characters fame lives long. .
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; .
Buck. What, my gracious Lord?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
-inrail'd to all pofterity. Wazb # By Vice, the author mcans not a quality but a perfetta There was hardly an old play, till the period of the Reformation, which had not in it a Deril, and a droll character, a jester, (who was to play upon the devil;) and this buffoon weer by the name of a Vice. Theob.
The sense of the paffage is this : Thus my moralicies, or the fententious expression I have just uttered, 'sciemble those of ihe Vice, Iniquity, in the play ; the 'inuccercies which ly at the bottom are sheltered from exception, and the indignation they would cxcite, if nakedly delivered, under the ambiguity of a double. meaning.' Revi/al.
Lightly, commonly, in ordinary course. Johnfona
York. Well, my dread Lord, so must I call you 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 lost much majesty.
Glou. How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York ?
York. I thank you, genile uncle. O my Lord,
Glou. He hath, my Lord.
Glu. He may command me as my Sovereign,
York. I pray you, uncle, give me this your dagger. ) Glou. My dagger, little contin? with all my lieart, 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 cousin. York. A greater gift? O, that's the sword to it, Glnu. Ay, gentle cousin, were å light enough.
York. O, then I see you'll part but with light gifts; Io weightier things you'll say a beggar nay,
Glou. It is too weighty for your Grace to wear.
Glou. 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 shoulders.
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons !
* i. e. I should fill esteem it but a trifling gift wese is heavier. Warburton.
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
Glu. My Lord, will't please you pass along?
York. Marry, my 'unele Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me he was murder'd there.
Frince. I fear no uncles dead.
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, Hastings and Dorfet.
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Glou. No doubt, no doubt. Oh,'tisa per'lous boy,
Cates. He for his father's fake fo loves the Princes That he will not be won to aught against him.
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will
not he? Cateľ. 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 Haitings, How he do:h Itand affected to our purpose; And suunnon hiin to-inorrow to the Tower, To fit about the coronation. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons; If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, Be thou so too, and to break off the talk, And give us noiice of his inclination; For we to-inorrow hold divided councils *, Wherein thyself thalt highly be employ'd. Glit. Commend me to Lord William; teil him,
Catesby, Hîs ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle ; And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, Give Mistress Shore one gentle kils the more. Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business
foundly. Catel. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Glou. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
sleep? Cates. You Nall, my Lord. Glou. At Crosby-place, there you shall find us both.
[Exit Catesby. Buck. My Lord, what shall we do if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
Glou. Chop off his head, man; somewhat 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, stood poffefs'd.
Buck. I'll claiin that promise at your Grace's hand.
Glou. And look to have it yielded with all kindCome, let us sup betimes; that, afterwards, [ness. We may digest our complots in some form. ( Exeunt.
* That is, a private consultation, separate from the known and public council. Johnjon.