For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Go; I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. London. 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. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. 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! Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they were none. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy days! I thought my mother, and my brother York, Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating lord. The queen your mother, and your brother York, Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course If she deny, lord Hastings, go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York, Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional: Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, Oft have I heard of sanctuary men, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, lord Hastings; will you go with me? Hast. Igo, my lord. - Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then, where you please, and shall be thought most fit Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place. Buck. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place, Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do never live long. [Aside. Glo. I say without characters fame lives long. I moralize two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man: With what his valour did enrich his wit, Buck. What, my gracious lord? Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. [Aside. [Aside. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? And therefore is he idle? Glo. O! my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Glo. What! would you have my weapon, little lord? 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. He prettily and aptly taunts himself. Glo. My lord, will 't please you pass along? To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York. What! will you go unto the Tower, my lord? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: 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. [A sennet. 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. O! 't is a perilous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. - Buck. Well, let them rest. - Come hither, Catesby. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend, As closely to conceal what we impart. Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way: — To make William lord Hastings of our mind, |