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 madam. Dutch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, York. Marry, they fay, my uncle grew so fast, Dutch. His nurfe! why, fhe was dead ere thou waft born. York. If 'twere not fhe, I cannot tell who told me. Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a meffenger: What news? Me. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold. Queen. How doth the prince? Me. Well, madam, and in health. Dutch. What is thy news? Me. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, Are fent to Pomfret, prifoners; and, with them, Dutch. Dutch. Who hath committed them? Me. The mighty dukes, Glofter, and BuckingQueen. For what offence? [ham. Me. The fum of all I can, I have difclos'd; Queen. Ah me, I fee the ruin of Upon the innocent and awlefs throne:- Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctu Madam, farewell. Dutch. Stay, I will go with you. Queen. You have no cause. Arch. My gracious lady, go, [ary. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll refign unto your grace Come, I'll conduct you to the fanctuary. [Exeunt. E 3 ACT ACT III. SCENE I. In London. The trumpets found. Enter the Prince of WALES, the Dukes of GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal BOURCHIER, and others. Buckingham. WELCOME, Sweet Prince, to London, to your cham ber. Glo. Welcome, dear coufin, my thoughts? fovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our croffes on the way Have made it tedious, wearifome, and heavy : I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : [years No more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward fhew; which, God he knows, were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter 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, Enter HASTINGS. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come? Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Have taken fanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld. Buck. Fie! What an indirect and peevish course If the deny-Lord Haftings, you go with him, Buck. You are too fenfelefs-obftinate, my lord, Too Too ceremonious, and traditional: Weigh it but with the groffnefs of this age, To thofe whofe dealings have deferv'd the place, 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? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy hafte you may. [Exeunt Cardinal, and HASTINGS. Say, uncle Glofter, if our brother come, Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:Did Julius Cæfar build that place, my lord? Gla. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, fince, fucceeding ages have re-edified. Prince. Is it upon record; or elfe reported Succeffively from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But fay, my lord, it were not register'd; Methinks, the truth fhould live from age to age, As |