To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow More than my brother: Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloster, 'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace :' And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Duch. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, 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 prithee, pretty York, who told thee this? York. Grandam, his nurse. Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy :-go to, you are too shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears. Arch. Here comes a messenger. What news? Enter a Messenger. Mess. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report. Q. Eliz. How doth the prince? Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Duch. What is thy news then? 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. The mighty Dukes For what offence? Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclosed; Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. Q. Eliz. Ay me, I see the downfall of our house! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne :- Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go; And thither bear your treasure and your goods. The seal I keep; and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-London. A Street. The trumpets sound. Enter the young Prince, the Dukes of GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, CATESBY, 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 dived into the world's deceit; Than of his outward show, which, God he knows, 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 all. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Enter Lord HASTINGS. 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. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers! Lord cardinal, will your grace Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York Unto his princely brother presently? If she deny,-Lord Hastings, go with him, Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious and traditional : Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, |