SCENE IV [London. The palace.] Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Northampton; I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. 5 York. Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. 10 More than my brother. "Ay," quoth my uncle "Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow And since, methinks I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. 15 Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold 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. 20 [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 rememb'red, 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 prithee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast 26 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. 30 Duch. I prithee, 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. Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a messenger. What news? Q. Eliz. How doth the Prince ? Mess. Duch. What is thy news? Well, madam, and in health. 41 Mess. Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duch. Who hath committed them? Mess. Gloucester and Buckingham. The mighty dukes For what offence? 45 Arch. Why or for what the nobles were committed 50 35 55 60 Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, F 65 Duch. Stay, I will go with you. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. My gracious lady, go; And thither bear your treasure and your goods. The seal I keep; and so betide to me Go, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. 70 Exeunt. ACT THIRD SCENE I [London. A street.] The trumpets sound. Enter the young Prince, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Cardinal [Bourchier, Catesby,] and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Glou. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign. The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way 5 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 div'd into the world's deceit. No more can you distinguish of a man 11 Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, friends! 15 |