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Enter two Citizens, meeting. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away
2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear the
news abroad? 1 Cit.
Yes; the king's dead, 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the
better : I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world,
Enter another Citizen.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1 Cit.
Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's
death? 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while ! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son
shall reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child!
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government ;
i Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends,
For then this land was famously enrich'd
mother. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father ; Or, by his father, there were none at all : For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster ; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and
proud : And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. i Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will
be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on
their cloaks ; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand ; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread.
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instínét, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see
The water swell before a boist'rous storm.
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices,
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,
Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of York.
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it só. Duch. Why, my young cousin; it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at sup
per, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Small herbs hare grace, great weeds do grow apace : And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make
haste. Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not
In him that did object the same to thee :
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious. madam.
ber'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I prythee, let me
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
wast born, York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous' boy : Go to, you are too
shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Enter a Messenger.
Here comes a messenger ;
Arch, What news?
Such news, my lord,
i Perilous, dangerous,
As grieves me to unfold.
How doth the prince ?
What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to
Duch. Who hath committed them?
The mighty dukes
For what offence ?
R. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!