1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death? 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, 1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. [wot; 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud; [well. 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. But leave it all to God. Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we are sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room in the palace. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young Duke of YORK, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of YORK. [ford, Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-StratAnd at Northampton they do rest to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin; it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did set at supper My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, i. e. 1 If I had had my thoughts about me. I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous' boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears. What is thy news? As grieves me to unfold. Mess. Well, madam, and in health. Duch. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to PomWith them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. [fret, The mighty dukes, For what offence? Q. Eliz. Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! ' parlous, keen, sprightly. 1 Upon the innocent and awless throne :- Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! O let me die, to look on death no more! Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.— Madam, farewell, Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the Queen. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-The same. A street. The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BoURCHIER, and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. i. e. encroach upon. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin,' my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, God keep you from them, and from such false friends! were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy Prince. I thank you, good my lord; and thank 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? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, The queen your mother, and your brother York, |