I Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his fon, Becaufe fweet flowers are flow, and weeds make

[child!

fhall reign. Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a 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, No doubt, fhall then, and till then, govern well.

1 Cit. So ftood the itate, when Henry the fixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

3 Cit. Stood the ftate fo? no, no, good friends,
God wot;

For then this land was famously enrich'd
With politick grave counfel; then the king
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. [mother.
1 Ch. Why, fo hath this, both by his father and
3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father;
Or, by his father, there were none at all:
For ernulation now, who fhall be neareft,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O, full of danger is the duke of Glofter; [proud:
And the queen's fons, and brothers, haught and
And were they to be rul'd and not to rule,
This fickly land might folace as before.

Cit. Come, come, we fear the worft; all will
be well.

[cloaks;

3 C. When clouds are feen, wife men put on their When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the fun fets, who doth not look for night? Untimely ftorms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but, if God fort it fo, 'Tis more than we deferve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear :
You cannot realon almoft with a man
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3 Cit. Before the days of change, ftill is it fo:
By a divine inftinét, men's minds miftiuft
Enfuing danger; as, by proof, we fee
The water (well before a boift'rous ftorm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

2 Cit. Marry, we were fent for to the juftices.
3 Cit. And fo was I; I'll bear you company.

SCENE IV.

A Room in the Palace.

[Exeunt.

Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,
the Queen, and the Dutchefs of York.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Northamp-
At Stony-Stratford they do reft to-night : [ton;
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.
Dutch. I long with all my heart to fee the prince;
I hope, he is much grown fince laft 1 faw him.
Qusen. But I hear, no; they fay, my fon of York
Has almoft overta'en him in his growth.

hafte.

[not hold
Dutch. Good faith, good faith, the faying did
In him that did object the fame to thee: [young,
He was the wretched'ft, thing, when he was
So long a growing, and fo leifurely,
That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
Arch. And fo, no doubt, he is, my gracious ma-

Are fent to Pomfret, prifoners; and, with them,
Sir Thomas Vaughan.

[ham.

Dutch. Who hath committed them?
Mef. The mighty dukes, Glofter and Bucking
Queen. For what offence?

Mef. 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 awless 4 throne:→→→
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre !
I fee, as in a map, the end of all.

Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! How many of you have mine eyes beheld ? My hufband loft his life to get the crown; And often up and down my fons were toft, Tork. Av, mother, but I would not have it fo. For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and lofs: Dutch. Why, my young coufin? it is good to grow. And being feated, and domeftick broils York. Grandam, one night as we did fit at fupper, Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow [ter, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, More than my brother; y, quoth my uncle Glof- Blood to blood, felf against self:-O, preposterous ~ Small berbi bove grace, great weeds do grow apace: And frantick outrage, end thy damned fpleen; Aud fince, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Or let me die, to look on death no more!

2 To be remembered is ufed by

1 Wretched here means paltry, pitiful, being below expectation. Shakspeare to imply, to have one's memory quick, to liave one's thoughts about one. 3 Parlous" is keen, threwd. 4 i. c. not producing awe, not reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach.

Tt 4

Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanc-, And thither bear your treasure and your goods.

Madam, farewel.

Dutch. Stay, I will go with you.

Queen. You have no cause.

Arch. My gracious lady, go.

[tuary. For my part, I'll refign unto your grace

The feal I keep: And fo betide to me,
As well I tender you, and all of yours!
Come, I'll conduct you to the fanctuary. [Exeuns.

SCENE I.
In London.

АСТ III.

The trumpets found. Enter the Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Glofter nnd Buckingham, Cardinal Bourchier, and others. ·

Buck. WEL

Perfuade the queen to fend the duke of York
Unto his princely brother prefently?
If the deny,-lord Haftings, you go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak
oratory

WELCOME, fweet prince, to London, Can from his mother win the duke of York,
to your chamber 1. [reign: Anon expect him here; But if the be obdurate
Glo. Welcome, dear coufin, my thoughts' fove-To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
We fhould infringe the holy privilege
Of bleffed fanctuary! not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of fo deep a fin.

Prime. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearifome, and heavy:
I want more uncles here to welcome me. [years
Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit ;
No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward fhew; which, God he knows,
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous;
Your grace attended to their fugar'd words,
But look'd not on the poifon of their hearts:
God keep you from them, and from fuch falfe

friends!

Prince. God keep me from falfe friends! but
they were none.
[greet you.
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train.
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 :-
Fie, what a flug is Haftings! that he comes not
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Buck. You are too fenfeleis-obitinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditional 2:
Weigh it but with the groffnefs of this age,
You break not fanctuary in feizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted
To thofe whofe dealings have deferv'd the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place:
This prince hath neither 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 fanctuary men;
But fanctuary children, ne'er 'till now.

Card. My lord, you fhall o'er-rule my mind
for once.-

Come on, lord Haftings, will you go with me?
Haft. 1 go, my lord.

Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy hafte

you may.

[Exeunt Cardinal, and Haflings.
Say, uncle Glofter, if our brother come,
Where fhall we fojourn 'till our coronation ?

Gle. Where it feems beft unto your royal felf.
If I may counsel you, fome day, or two,
Your highnefs fhall repofe you at the Tower:
Then where you pleafe, and fhall be thought
moft fit

For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place
Did Julius Cæfar build that place, my lord?

Glo. 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.

2 Ceremonious for fuperftitious; traditional for ad-
Prince.

Prince. But fay, my lord, it were not register'd;
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all pofterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.

Glo. How?

York. Little.

Prince. My lord of York will ftill be crofs in talk ;

--Glo. So wife so young, they fay, do ne'er live Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

long 2.

Prince. What fay you, uncle?

Glo. I fay, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice 3, Iniquity,

Afide.

I moralize,-two meanings in one word.
Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man ;,
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit fet down to make his valour live:
Death makes no conqueft of this conqueror ;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.-
I'll tell you what, my coufin Buckingham.
Buck. What, my gracious lord?

Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a foldier, as I liv'd a king.

Gio. Short fummers lightly 4 have a forward fpring.

[fide.

Enter York, Haflings, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. [brother? Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving York. Well, my dread lord; fo must I call you

now.

Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: Too late 5 he died, that might have kept that title,

Which by his death hath loft much majesty.

Glo. How fares our coufin, noble lord of York?
York. 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.

York. And therefore is he idle?

Glo. O my fair coufin, I must not say fo.
York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I.
Glo. He may command me, as my fovereign;
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman.

York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
Glo. My dagger, little coufin? with all my heart.
Prince. A beggar, brother?

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give
And, being but a toy, which is no gift 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'll part but with light
gifts;

In weightier things you'll fay a beggar, nay.

Gio. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly 6, were it heavier.
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little
lord?

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 fhould bear me on your shoulders.

Buck. With what a fharp-provided wit he rea-
fons!

To mitigate the fcorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
So cunning, and fo young, is wonderful.

Glo. My lord, will 't please you pafs along?
Myfelf, 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 needs 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 ghost;
My grandam told me, he was murther'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, Haflings, Cardinal, and
Attendants.

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; O, 'tis a parious boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Buck. Well, let them reft.Come hither,
Catesby; thou art (worn

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 eafy 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. He for his father's fake fo loves the printe,
That he will not be won to aught against him.
Buck. What think'ft thou then of Stanley ? will
not he?

Catef. He will do all in all as Haftings doth.
Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle

Cateíby,

And, as it were far off, found thou lord Haftings, [me. How he doth ftand affected to our purpose;

York. I would, that I might thank you as you call 'And fummon him to-morrow to the Tower,

1 i. e. diffused, difperfed. but a perfox. See note 3, p. 492. foo freth in our memory.

2 A proverbial line. 3 By vice the author means not a quality, + i. e. commonly, in ordinary courfe. 5 i. e. too lately, the lofs is i. e. I should itill elteem it but a trifling gift, were it heavier.

Το

To fit about the coronation.

If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our reafons:
If he be leaden, 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 thyself fhalt highly be employ'd.

Haft. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Bid him not fear the feparated councils:
His honour, and myself, are at the one;
And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us,
Whereof 1 fhall not have intelligence.

Tell him, his fears are fhallow, wanting inftance 3 :
And for his dreams,-I wonder, he's fo fond

Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, To trust the mockery of unquiet flumbers:

Catesby,

His ancient knot of dangerous adverfaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-caftle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
Give mistress Shore one gentle kifs the more.
Buck. Good Catefby, go, effect this bufinefs
foundly.

[can.
Carf. My good lords both, with all the hecd I
G. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
Catef. You hal', my lord.
[fleep?
Glo. At Crofty-place, there you fhall find us both.
[Exit Catef v.
Buck. Now, my lord, what fhall we do, if we
perceive

Lord Haflings will not yield to our complots?
Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-fomewhat we
will do :-

And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables
Whereof the king my brother was poffefs'd.

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.

Enter Haflings.

[Exeunt.

Haft. Cannot thy mafter fleep thefe tediou: nights?

Mef. So it should feem by that I have to fay.
Firth, he commends him to your noble lordship.
Haf. And then,-

M. Then certifies your lordship, that this nigh:
He dreamt, the boar had rafed 2 off his helm:
Befides, he fays, 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 fends to know your lordship's plea
If prefently you will take horie with him, [fure,--
And with all speed poft with him toward the north,
To fhun the danger that his foul divines.

To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incenfe the boar to follow us,
And make purfuit, where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy mafter rife and come to me;
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where, he fhall fee, the boar will ufe us kindly.
Mef. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you
fay.
[Exit.

Enter Catefly.

Cate Many good morrows to my noble lord!
Haft. Good morrow; Catesby; you are early

ftirring;

What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
Catef. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord;
And, I believe, will never ftand upright,
'Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
Haft. How? wear the garland? doft thou mean
Catef Ay, my good lord. [the crown?

Haft. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
fhoulders,

Before I'll fee the crown so foul misplac'd.
But canft thou guess that he doth aim at it? [ward

Catef Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for-
Upon his party, for the gain thereof:
And, thereupon, he fends you this good news,—
That, this fame very day, your enemies,
The kindred of the queen, muft die at Pomfret.

Haft. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been ftill my adverfaries:
But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's fide,
To bar my mafter's heirs in true defcent,
God knows, I will not do it, to the death. [mind!
Catef. God keep your lordship in that gracious
Haft. But I fhall laugh at this a twelve-month

hence,

That they, who brought me in my mafter's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.

Well, Catefby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll fead fome packing, that yet think not on't.

Gatef. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.

Hifi. O monftrous, monftrous! and fo falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and fo 'twill do With feme men elfe, who think themselves as fafe As th, and I; who, as thou know'ft, are dear To pr cely Richard, and to Buckingham.

Catf. The princes both make high account of

1 i. c. a private confultation, Separate from the known and publick council. or rafhed is always given to defcribe the violence inflicted by a boar. By a boar, is meant Glofter, who was called the fear, or the hog, as has been before having a boar for his cognizance, and one of the supporters of his coat of arms. fine example or act of malevolence, by which they may be justified.

2 This term rafed through ut this feene, observed, from his

3 i. c. wanting Enter

Haft. My lord,

I hold my life as dear as you do yours;
And never, in my days, I do proteft,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
Think you, but that I know our stats fecure,
1 would be fo triumphant as I am?

[London,
Start. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
Were jocund, and fuppos'd their states were fure,
And they, indeed, had no caufe to mistrust;
But yet, you fee, how foon the day o'er-caft.
This fudden ftab of rancour I misdoubt;
Pray God, I fay, I prove a needlefs coward!
What, fhall we toward the Tower? the day is fpent.
Haft. Come, come, have with you 2.-Wot you
what, my lord ?

To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stant. They, for their truth 3, might better wear
their heads,

Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let's away.

Enter a Purfuivant.

Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt Lord Stanky, and Catesby.
Sirrah, how now? how goes the world with thee?
Purf. The better, that your lordship pleafe to afk.
Haf. I tell thee, m.n, 'd better with me now,
Than when thou met ft me laft where now we meet:
Then I was going prifoner to the Tower,
By the fuggeftion of the queen's allies;
But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)
This day thofe enemies are put to death,
And I in better ftate than ere I was. [tent;
Paf. God hold 4 it, to your honour's good con-
Haft. Gramercy, fellow: There, drink that for
[Throws Lim bis pur.
Pf. I thank your honour. [Exit Purjaivant.
Enter a Pricft.

me.

Prief. Well mot, my lord; I am glad to fee your honour. [heart. Haft. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my I am in your debt for your last 5 exercife; Come the next fabbath, and I will content you. Enter Buckingham.

Enter Sir Rich & Ratcliff, dating Lord Rivers,
Lord Richard Grey, and Sir Thoma, Vaughan tɔ

ex cation.

Rat. Come, brug forth the prifoners.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcha, let me tell thee this,
To-day halt thou behold a fubject die,
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

[you!
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of
A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. [after.
Vaugh. You live, that fhallery woe for this here-
Fu. Dispatch: the limit of your lives is out.
Riv. O Pomfret, Ponifret! O thou bloody prifon,
Fat.l and ominous to noble peers!
Within the guilty clofure of thy walls,
Richard the fecond here was hack'd to death:
And, for more ilander to thy difmal feat,
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink (heads,

Grey. Now Margaret's curfe is fallen upon our
When the exclaim'd on Haftings, you, and I,
For ftanding by when Richard ftabb'd her fon.

Riv. Then curs'd the Haftungs, curs'd the Buck-
ingham,

Then curs'd the Richard :-O, remember, God,
To hear her prayer for them, as now for us!
As for my fitter, and her princely fons,
Be fatisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
Which, as thou know', unjustly mu't be fpilt!
Rat. Make hatte, the hour of death is now ex-
pir'd.
[embrace:
Fiv. Come, Grey,—come, Vaughan,--let us here
Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt
. SCENE IV.
The Tour.

[met

Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, Bijkop of Liy,
Catfly, Lovel, with others at a table.
Hal. Now, noble peers, the caufe why we are
Is-to determine of the coronation:
In God's name, fpeak, when is the royal day
Back. Are all things ready for that royal tin:e?
Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination.
lly. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. [in?
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind here-

Buck. What, talking with a pricft, lord Cham-Who is most inward with the noble duke ?

berlain ?

Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ;
Your honour hath no thriving work in hand.
Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?

[there:
Back. I do, my lord; but long I fhall not stay
I shall return before your lordship thence.
Haft. Nay, like enough, for 1 ftay dinner there.

Ely. Your grace, we think, fhould foonelt know

his mind. [hearts,Buck. We know each other's faces: for our He knows no more of mine, than I of yours; Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine :— ord Haftings, you and he are near in love.. Haf. I thank his grace, I know he loves nie well; But, for his purpose in the coronation,

I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd

1 i. e. the cross. 2 A familiar phrafe in parting, as much as, I have finething to fay to you. 3 i. e. 4 i. e. continue it. 5 i. c. performance of divine fervice. 6 Siting work is con

honefty.

Jefon.