MESS. The sum of all I can, I have disclosed; Q. ELIZ. Ay me, I see the downfall of our house! Upon the innocent and aweless throne: DUCH. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Q. ELIZ. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell. DUCH. 51-52 to jet. . I'll go along with you. throne] to encroach upon a throne filled by an innocent child, and one inspiring no fear. 66 sanctuary] the precincts of Westminster Abbey, where no arrests of suspected persons were permitted. 60 My gracious lady, go; 70 Q. ELIZ. You have no cause. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. The seal I keep: and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. The trumpets sound. SCENE I-LONDON A STREET Enter the young PRINCE, the Dukes of GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL BOURCHIER, BUCKINGHAM CATESBY, and others ELCOME, SWEET PRINCE, PRINCE. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me. GLOU. 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 1 chamber] London, the capital city of the kingdom, was formally called "camera regis." Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, were none. GLOU. 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 days! PRINCE. I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all. I thought my mother and my brother York Enter LORD 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 Have taken sanctuary: the tender prince 22 slug] sluggard. 10 20 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, 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 deserved the place, 44 senseless-obstinate] unreasonable in obstinacy. 45 Too . . . traditional] Too much attached to ceremonies and traditions. 46 Weigh... age] Consider it in the light of the unlicensed temper of the times (which calls for high-handed action). 80 40 50 |