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Enter GlosTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS,
RATCLIFF, and others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; But none can cure their harms by wailing them.Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy
breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man ! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; [ Aside. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.
Buck. You cloudy princes,and heart sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Must gently be preserv’d, cherish'd, and kept: Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buck
ingham? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd:
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us;
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all:
Hast. And so say
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,--and you my mother, will you go To give your censures in this weighty business ?
[Ereunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
Enter two Citizens, meeting. i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so
fast? 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself : Hear you the news abroad?
i Cit. Yes, the king's dead.
2 Cit. Il 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 ! i 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, inasters, look to see a troublous world. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's 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, God
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 ruld, 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:
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
SCENE IV.-The same. A Room in the Palace,
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 Stony-Strat
ford; 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 wo ld not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin ? it is good to grow.
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine.