At Stony Stratford they do rest to night; To morrow or next day, they will be here. DUTCH. I long with all my heart to see the prince; I hope, he is much grown fince last I saw him. QUEEN. But I hear, not; they fay, my fon of York Has almost over-ta'n him in his growth. YORK. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. More than my brotber. Ay, quoth my He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young; That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. YORK. And fo, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. DUTCH. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. YORK. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'¿ I could have giv'n my uncle's grace a flout To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. DUTCH. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear YORK. Marry, they say, my uncle grew fo fast, [it. That he could gnaw a cruff at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth, Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. DUTCH. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? YORK. Grandam, his nurse, DUTCH. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. YORK. If 'twere not fhe, I cannot tell who told me. QUEEN. A per'lous boy go to, you are too fhrewd. DUTCH. Good madam, be not angry with a child. QUEEN. Pitchers have ears. Enter a Meffenger, ARCH. Here comes a messenger: what news? MES. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report, QUEEN. How doth the prince? MES. Well, madam, and in health. DUTCH. What is thy news? MES. Lord Rivers and lord Gray are fent to Pomfret, With them, fir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. DUTCH. Who hath committed them ?” MES. The mighty dukes, Glo'fter and Buckingham. QUEEN. For what offence? MES. The fum of all I can, I have disclos'd: Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. QUEEN. Ah me! I fee the ruin of my house; The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind. Infulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awlefs throne; Welcome, deftruction, blood and massacre! I fee, as in a map, the end of all. DUTCH. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! And often up and down my fons were toft, Clean over-blown, themselves the conquerors Make war upon themselves, blood against blood, And frantic outrage; end thy damned fpleen; QUEEN. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctuary. DUTCH. Stay, I will go with you. QUEEN. You have no cause. ARCH. My gracious lady, go, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The feal I keep; and fo betide it me, ACT III. SCENE I. In LONDON. [Exeunt. The trumpets found. Enter prince of Wales, the dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Archbishop, with others. BUCKINGHAM. ELCOME, fweet prince, to London, to your chamber. WEL Guo. Welcome, dear coufin, my thought's fovereign, PRINCE. No, uncle, but our croffes on the way GLO. Sweet prince, th' untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit, Nor more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward fhew, which, God he knows, God keep you from them, and from fuch falfe friends! PRINCE. God keep me from false friends! but they were none. GLO. My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you, Enter Lord Mayor. MAYOR. 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, Would long ere this have met us on the way. Enter Lord Haftings. BUCK. And in good time here comes the fweating lord. PRINCE. Welcome, my lord; what, will our mother come ? HAST. On what occafion God he knows, not I, Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, BUCK. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course If the deny, lord Haftings, you go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. ARCH. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here'; but if the be Obdurate to entreaties, God forbid, We should infringe the holy privilege Of fanctuary! not for all this land Would I be guilty of fo deep a fin. Buck. You are too fenfeless-obftinate, my lord; Too ceremonious and traditional. Weigh it but with the groffness of this age, To thofe, whofe dealings have deferv'd the place, Oft have I heard of fanctuary-men, 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? HAST. I'go, my lord. PRINCE, Good lords, make all the speedy hafte you may. [Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings. Say, uncle Glo'fter, if our brother come, Where fhall we fojourn till our coronation? GLO. Where it seems beft unto your royal felf: If I may counfel you, fome day or two Your highness shall repofe you at the Tower: |