Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down, to make his valour live: Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life.I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham, Buck. What, my gracious lord? Prince. An if I live until I be man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. 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? 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, You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my lord. York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me, as in a kinsman." York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Glo. What, would you have my weapon,little lord? York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glo. How? York. Little. Prince. My lord of York will still be cross 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 ; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along? Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they 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, Hastings, Cardinal, and Attendants. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, "tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Buck. Well, let them rest.— Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn As closely to conceal what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;What think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter f Bet 3. lord? s you To make William lord Hastings of our mind, Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, If thou dost find him tractable to us, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots? And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' house. Mess. My lord, my lord,- Mess. [Knocking. Who knocks? One from lord Stanley. Upon the stroke of four. Hast. [Within.] What is't o'clock? Enter HASTINGS. Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then, Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt To-night the boar had rased off his helm: Besides, he says, there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea sure,- If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance: And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. Mess. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you [Exit. say. Enter CATESBY. Cute. Many good morrows to my noble lord! Hast. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring: 13 That they, who brought me in my master's hate, When men are unprepar'd, Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Cate. The princes both make high account of you, For they account his head upon the bridge. Aside. Hast. I know they do ; and I have well deserv'd it. Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, |