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Weigh it but with the grofsnefs of this Age,
You break not Sanctuary, in feizing him;
The benefit thereof is always granted

To those whofe dealings have deferv'd the Place,'
And those who have the wit to claim the Place :
This Prince hath never claim'd it, nor deferv'd it,
Therefore, in mine Opinion, cannot have it.
Then taking him from thence that is not there,
You break no Privilege nor Charter there:
Oft have I heard of Sanctuary Men,

But Sanctuary 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?

Haft. I go, my Lord. [Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings. Prince. Good Lords, make all the fpeedy hafte you may. Say, Uncle Glofter, if our Brother come, Where fhall we fojourn 'till our Coronation?

Glo. Where it feems beft unto your Royal se lf.
If I may counsel you, fome day or two

Your Highness fhall repofe you at the Tower:
Then where you pleafe, and fhall be thought moft fit
For your beft Health and Recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower of any Place;
Did Julius Cafar build that Place, my Lord?
Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that Place,
Which fince, fucceeding Ages have re-edify'd.
Prince. Is it upon Record? or else reported
Succeffively from Age to Age he built it?
Buck. Upon Record, my gracious Lord.
Prince. But fay, my Lord, it were not Registred,
Methinks the Truth fhould live from Age to Age,
As 'twere retail'd to all Pofterity,

Even to the general ending Day.

Glo. So wife, fo young, they fay do never live long.

Prince. What fay you, Uncle?

Glo. I fay, without Characters Fame lives long. Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity,

[Afide.

I moralize two meanings in one Word.

Prince. That Julius Cafar was a famous Man;

With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,.

His Wit fet down, to make his Valour live:

Death

Death makes no Conqueft of his Conqueror;
For now he lives in Fame, though not in Life.
I'll tell you what, my Coufin Buckingham.
Buck. Wha, 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, Haftings, and Archbishop.

Buck. Now in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
Prince. Richard of York, how fares our Noble Brother?
York. Well, my dear Lord, fo muft 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 loft much Majefty.
Glo. How fares our Coufin, Noble Lord of York?
Tork. I thank you, gentle Uncle. O my Lord,
You faid, that idle Weeds are faft in growth:
The Prince my Brother hath outgrown me far.
Glo. He hath, my Lord.

Tork. And therefore is he idle?

Glo. Oh my fair Coufin I must not fay fo.
Tork. Then he is more beholden to you than I.
Glo. He may command me as my Sovereign,
But you have power in me, as in a Kinfman.
York. I pray you, Uncle, give me this Dagger.
Glo. My Dagger, little Coufin? with all my
Prince. A Beggar, Brother?

Heart.

York. Of my kind Uncle, that I know will give,
And being a Toy it is no grief to give.

Glo. A greater Gift than that I'll give my Coufin.
York. A greater Gift? O, that's the Sword to it.
Glo. Ay, gentle Coufin, were it light enough.
York. O then I fee you will part but with light Gift,
In weightier things you'll fay a Beggar Nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your Grace to wear.
Tork. I weigh it lightly were it heavier.

Glo. What, would you have my Weapon, little Lord?
Tork. I would, that I might thank you, as you call me.
Glo. How?

Tork. Little.

Prince.

Prince. My Lord of York will ever be crofs 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,
Becaufe that I am little, like an Ape,

He thinks that you fhould bear me on your Shoulders.
Buck. With what a fharp provided Wit he reafons:
To mitigate the Scorn he gives his Uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself;
So cunning, and fo young, is wonderful.

Glo. My Lord, wilt please you pass along?
My felf, and my good Coufin Buckingham,
Will to your Mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Lord?
Prince. My Lord Protector will have it fo.
York. I fhall not fleep in quiet at the Tower.
Glo. Why, what fhould you fear?

York. Marry, my Uncle Clarence angry Ghoft:
My Grandam told me, he was murther'd there.
Prince. I fear no Uncles dead.

Gle. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. And if I 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, Haftings and Dorset. Manent Gloucester, Buckingham and Catesby. Buck. Think you, my Lord, this little prating York. Was not incenfed by his fubtle Mother,

To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobriously?

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a parlous Boy,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He is all the Mother's, from the top to toe,
Buk. Well, let them reft: Come hither, Catesby,
Thou art fworn as deeply to effect what we intend,
As clofely to conceal what we impart:

Thou know'ft our Reafons urg'd upon the Way,
What think'ft thou? is it not an eafie Matter
To make William Lord Haftings of our Mind,
For the Inftalment of this Noble Duke,
In the feat Royal of this famous Ifle?

Catef

Catef. He for his Father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him.

Buck. What think'ft thou then of Stanley? Will not he? Catef. He will do all in all as Hafting's doth.

Buck. Well then, no more but this:

Go, gentle Catesby, and as it were far off
Sound thou Lord Hastings,

How he doth ftand affected to our Purpose,
And fummon him to Morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the Coronation

If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our Reasons:
If he be leader, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou fo too, and fo break off the Talk,
And give us notice of his Inclination:
For we to Morrow hold divided Councils,
Wherein thy felf fhalt highly be employ'd.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Adverfaries
To morrow are let Blood at Pomfret Caftle,
And bid my Lord, for joy of this good News,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle Kifs the more.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this Bufinefs foundly.
Catef. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, e'er we fleep?
Catef. You fhall, my Lord.

Glo. At Crosby Houfe there you fhall find us both.
Buck. Now, my Lord,

What hall we do, if we perceive

Lord Haftings will not yield to our Complots?
Glo. Chop off his Head:

Something we will determine:

[Exit Catesby.

And look when I am King, claim thou of me
The Earldom of Hereford, and all the Moveables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was poffeft.

Buck. I'll claim that promife at your Grace's Hand.
Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness.
Come, let us fup betimes, that afterwards
We may digeft our Complots in fome form.

[Exeunt.

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Enter a Meffenger to the Door of Haftings.

Mef. My Lord, my Lord.

Haft. Who knocks?

Mef. One from the Lord Stanly.

Haft. What is't a Clock?

Mef. Upon the ftroak of four.

Enter Lord Haftings.

Haft.Cannot my Lord Stanly fleep thefe tedious Nights? Mef. So it appears by what I have to fay:

Firft, he commends him to your noble Self.

Haft. What then?

Mef. Then certifies your Lordship, that this Night
He dreamt the Boar had rafed off his Helm:
Befides, he fays there are two Councils kept;
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at th' other.
Therefore he fends to know your Lordship's pleasure,
If you will presently take Horfe with him,

And with all fpeed poft with him towards the North,
To fhun the danger that his Soul divines.

Haft. Go Fellow, go, return unto thy Lord,
Bid him not fear the feparated Council:
His Honour and my felf are at the one,
And at the other is my good Friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us,
Whereof I fhall not have Intelligence:

Tell him his Fears are fhallow without inftance;
And for his Dreams, I wonder he's fo fimple
To truft the mock'ry of unquiet Slumbers.
To fly the Boar, before the Boar pursues,
Were to incenfe the Boar to follow us,
And make purfuit where he did mean no chafe.
Go, bid thy Mafter rife and come to me,
And will both together to the Tower,
Where he shall fee the Boar will ufe us kindly.

Mef. I'll go, my Lord, and tell him what you fay. [Exit.

Enter

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