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Enter two Citizens, meeting. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away

so fast?

you

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 ;
That, in his nonage,? council under him,
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

i Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

7 Minority

3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends,

God wot;8

For then this land was famously enrich'd
With politick grave counsel; then the king
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
i Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and

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

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The water swell before a boist'rous storm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices,
3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.

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Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,

Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of York.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stonya

Stratford ;
And at Northampton they do rest to-night :
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

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

hold

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In him that did object the same to thee :
He was the wretched’st thing, when he was young,
So long a growing, and so leisurely,
That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious. madam.
Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remem-

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

hear it.
York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast,
That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old;
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
York. Grandam, his nurse.
Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere thou

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?

Mess.

Such news, my lord,

i Perilous, dangerous,

As grieves me to unfold.
Q. Eliz.

How doth the prince ?
Aless. Well, madam, and in health.
Duch.

What is thy news? Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to

Pomfret,
With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.'

Duch. Who hath committed them?
Mess.

The mighty dukes
Gloster and Buckingham.
Q. Eliz.

For what offence ?
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

R. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and awless throne:-
Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
I
see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. 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 tost,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss :
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves ; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:0, preposterous
And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen;
Or let me die, to look on death no more!

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