me, dear coufin, my thoughts' fovereign : ay hath made you melancholy. - uncle; but our croffes on the way tedious, wearifome, and heavy : uncles here to welcome me. prince, the untainted virtue of your years div'd into the world's deceit : you diftinguish of a man, utward show; which, God he knows, ever, jumpeth with the heart. which you want, were dangerous; tended to their fugar'd words, t on the poison of their hearts: from them, and from fuch false friends! keep me from false friends! but they were rd, the mayor of London comes to greet er the Lord Mayor, and his Train. less your grace with health and happy days! Prince. Prince. I thank you, good my lord;-and thank you [Exeunt Mayor, &c. all. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come? Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course If the deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, Card, My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York, Buck. You are too fenfelefs-obftinate, my lord, Weigh it but with the groffness of this age, ▪rd Haftings, will you go with me? , my lord. ood lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS. Glofter, if our brother come, we fojourn till our coronation? e it seems beft unto your royal felf. fs fhall repofe you at the Tower: o not like the Tower, of any place:- n record, my gracious lord. t say, my lord, it were not register'd; e truth fhould live from age to age, ail'd to all posterity, general all-ending day. se so young, they fay, do ne'er live long. [Afide. Prince. Prince. What fay you, uncle? Glo. I fay, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man; Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Or die a foldier, as I liv'd a king. [Afide. Clo. Short fummers lightly have a forward spring. [Afide. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? Glo. How fares our coufin, noble lord of York? York. I fee, you'll part but with light gifts; gs you'll fay a beggar, nay. weighty for your grace to wear. Et lightly, were it heavier. -uld you have my weapon, little lord? that I might thank you as you call me. d of York will still be cross in talk ;— e knows how to bear with him. n, to bear me, not to bear with me:er mocks both you and me; little, like an ape, ou should bear me on your shoulders. nat a fharp-provided wit he reafons ! corn he gives his uncle, ptly taunts himfelf: fo young, is wonderful. ous lord, will't please you pass along? good coufin Buckingham, #her; to entreat of her, he Tower, and welcome you. ill you go unto the Tower, my lord? d protector needs will have it fo. York. |