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The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, Glos
TER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your
chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign: The weary way hath made
Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
grace attended to the sugar'd words, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : God keep you from them, and from such false friends!
Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet
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.
[Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way: Fye, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating
lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord : What, will our mother
Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Hast. I go, my lord.
may. [Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower : Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place : Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place ; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Prince. But say, 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. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
[Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle ?
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
Aside. I moralize two meanings in one word.
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man ;
Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
Prince. And if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of
Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving bro
ther? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now.
Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is yours : Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York ?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
Glo. He hath, my lord.
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;
York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my heart.
. Prince. A beggar, brother?
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts ; In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
me. Glo. How