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⌈DORSET⌉ Such news, my lord,
As grieves me to report.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
How doth the Prince?
⌈DORSET⌉
Well, madam, and in health.
DUCHESS OF YORK
What is thy news then?
⌈DORSET⌉
Lord Rivers and Lord Gray are sent to Pomfret,
And with them Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
And with them Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
DUCHESS OF YORK
Who hath committed them?
⌈DORSET⌉
The mighty dukes,
Gloucester and Buckingham.
⌈CARDINAL⌉
For what offence?
⌈DORSET⌉
The sum of all I can, I have disclosed.
Why or for what the nobles were committed
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord.
Why or for what the nobles were committed
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Ay me! I see the ruin of our house.
The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind.
Insulting tyranny begins to jet
Upon the innocent and aweless throne.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind.
Insulting tyranny begins to jet
Upon the innocent and aweless throne.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
DUCHESS OF YORK
Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crown,
And often up and down my sons were tossed,
For me to joy and weep their gain and loss.
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean overblown, themselves the conquerors
Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self against self. O preposterous
And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen,
Or let me die, to look on death no more.
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crown,
And often up and down my sons were tossed,
For me to joy and weep their gain and loss.
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean overblown, themselves the conquerors
Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self against self. O preposterous
And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen,
Or let me die, to look on death no more.
QUEEN ELIZABETH (
to York
)
to York
)
Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.—
Madam, farewell.
Madam, farewell.
DUCHESS OF YORK Stay, I will go with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
You have no cause.
⌈CARDINAL⌉ (
to Elizabeth
) My gracious lady, go,
to Elizabeth
) My gracious lady, go,
And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
For my part, I’ll resign unto your grace
The seal I keep, and so betide to me
As well I tender you and all of yours.
Go, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary. Exeunt
3.1For my part, I’ll resign unto your grace
The seal I keep, and so betide to me
As well I tender you and all of yours.
Go, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary. Exeunt
The Trumpets sound. Enter young Prince Edward, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Lord Cardinal, with others, including ⌈Lord Stanley Earl of Derby and⌉ Sir William Catesby
BUCKINGHAM
Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER (
to Prince Edward
)
to Prince Edward
)
Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
PRINCE EDWARD
No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy.
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy.
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit,
Nor more can you distinguish of a man
Than of his outward show, which God he knows
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous.
Your grace attended to their sugared words,
But looked not on the poison of their hearts.
God keep you from them, and from such false friends.
Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit,
Nor more can you distinguish of a man
Than of his outward show, which God he knows
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous.
Your grace attended to their sugared words,
But looked not on the poison of their hearts.
God keep you from them, and from such false friends.
PRINCE EDWARD
God keep me from false friends; but they were none.
Enter
Lord
Mayor ⌈
and his train
⌉
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you.
MAYOR (kneeling to Prince Edward)
God bless your grace with health and happy days.
PRINCE EDWARD
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 slug is Hastings, that he hastes not
To tell us whether they will come or no.
I thought my mother and my brother York
Would long ere this have met us on the way.
Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he hastes not
To tell us whether they will come or no.
Enter Lord Hastings
BUCKINGHAM
In happy time here comes the sweating lord.
PRINCE EDWARD (to Hastings)
Welcome, my lord. What, will our mother come?
LORD HASTINGS
On what occasion God he knows, not I,
The Queen your mother, and your brother York,
Have taken sanctuary. The tender Prince
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld.
The Queen your mother, and your brother York,
Have taken sanctuary. The tender Prince
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld.
BUCKINGHAM
Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
Is this of hers !—Lord Cardinal, will your grace
Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?—
If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
Is this of hers !—Lord Cardinal, will your grace
Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?—
If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
CARDINAL
My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
Anon expect him. But if she’ be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the sacred privilege
Of blessed sanctuary. Not for all this land
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
Anon expect him. But if she’ be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the sacred privilege
Of blessed sanctuary. Not for all this land
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
BUCKINGHAM
You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious and traditional.
Weigh it not with the grossness of this age.
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted
To those whose dealings have deserved the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place.
This prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it,
And therefore, in my mind, he cannot have it.
Then taking him from thence that ‘longs not there,
You break thereby no privilege nor charter.
Oft have I heard of ‘sanctuary men‘,
But ‘sanctuary children’ ne’er till now.
Too ceremonious and traditional.
Weigh it not with the grossness of this age.
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted
To those whose dealings have deserved the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place.
This prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it,
And therefore, in my mind, he cannot have it.
Then taking him from thence that ‘longs not there,
You break thereby no privilege nor charter.
Oft have I heard of ‘sanctuary men‘,
But ‘sanctuary children’ ne’er till now.
CARDINAL
My lord, you shall o’errule my mind for once.—
Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
LORD HASTINGS I come, my lord.
PRINCE EDWARD
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.—
Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
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
For your best health and recreation.
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
For your best health and recreation.
PRINCE EDWARD
I do not like the Tower of any place.—
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
BUCKINGHAM
He did, my gracious lord, begin that place,
Which since succeeding ages have re-edified.
Which since succeeding ages have re-edified.
PRINCE EDWARD
Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?
Successively from age to age, he built it?
BUCKINGHAM
Upon record, my gracious liege.
PRINCE EDWARD
But say, my lord, it were not registered,
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As ‘twere retailed to all posterity
Even to the general all-ending day.
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As ‘twere retailed to all posterity
Even to the general all-ending day.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER (
aside
)
aside
)
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
PRINCE EDWARD What say you, uncle?
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
I say, ‘Without characters fame lives long’.
(
Aside
) Thus like the formal Vice, Iniquity,
I moralize two meanings in one word.
(
Aside
) Thus like the formal Vice, Iniquity,
I moralize two meanings in one word.
PRINCE EDWARD
That Julius Caesar was a famous man:
With what his valour did t’enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live.
Death made no conquest of this conqueror,
For yet he lives in fame though not in life.
I’ll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
With what his valour did t’enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live.
Death made no conquest of this conqueror,
For yet he lives in fame though not in life.
I’ll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
BUCKINGHAM What, my good lord?
PRINCE EDWARD
An if I live until I be a man,
I’ll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.
I’ll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER (
aside
)
aside
)
Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Enter young Duke of York, Lord Hastings, and Lord Cardinal
BUCKINGHAM
Now in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
PRINCE EDWARD
Richard of York, how fares our loving brother?
YORK
Well, my dread lord—so must I call you now.
PRINCE EDWARD
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.
Too late he died that might have kept that title,
Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
How fares our noble cousin, Lord of York?
YORK
I thank you, gentle uncle, well. O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth;
The Prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far.
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth;
The Prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
He hath, my lord.
YORK
And therefore is he idle?
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
O my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK
He is more beholden to you then than I.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
He may command me as my sovereign,
But you have power in me as a kinsman.
But you have power in me as a kinsman.
YORK
I pray you, uncle, render me this dagger.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
My dagger, little cousin? With all my heart.
PRINCE EDWARD A beggar, brother?
YORK
Of my kind uncle that I know will give,
It being but a toy which is no grief to give.
It being but a toy which is no grief to give.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
A greater gift than that I’ll give my cousin.
YORK
A greater gift? O, that’s the sword to it.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK
O, then I see you will part but with light gifts.
In weightier things you’ll say a beggar nay.
In weightier things you’ll say a beggar nay.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
YORK
I’d weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
YORK
I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER HOW?
YORK Little.
PRINCE EDWARD
My lord of York will still be cross in talk.—
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
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.
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.
BUCKINGHAM
With what a sharp, prodigal wit he reasons.
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself.
So cunning and so young is wonderful.
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself.
So cunning and so young is wonderful.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER (
to Prince Edward
)
to Prince Edward
)
My lord, will’t please you pass along?
Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
Will to your mother to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
Will to your mother to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
YORK (
to Prince Edward
)
to Prince Edward
)
What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
PRINCE EDWARD
My Lord Protector needs will have it so.
YORK
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER Why, what should you fear there?
YORK
Marry, my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost.
My grannam told me he was murdered there.
My grannam told me he was murdered there.
PRINCE EDWARD
I fear no uncles dead.
RICHARD GLOUCESTER
Nor none that live, I hope.
PRINCE EDWARD
An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
(
To York
) But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go we unto the Tower.
(
To York
) But come, my lord, and with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go we unto the Tower.
A Sennet. Exeunt all but
Richard,
Buckingham, and Catesby
BUCKINGHAM (
to Richard
)
to Richard
)
Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
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