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Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy
days! Prince. I thank you, good my lord ; — and thank all.
[Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way : Fye, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating
lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother
Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course
Card. My lord of Buckingham, if
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Hast. I go, my lord.
may. [Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation.
6 Too ceremonious, and traditional :] Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for adherent to old customs.
7 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,] That is, compare the act of seizing him with the gross and licentious practices of these times, it will not be considered as a violation of sanctuary, for you may give such reasons as men are now used to admit.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since; succeeding ages have re-edified.
Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register’d; Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
[Aside. Prince. What say you, uncle?
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
[Aside. I moralize two meanings in one word. 9
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man;
Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
Prince. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
& As 'twere retailed to all posterity,] Retailed means handed down from one to another. 9 Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,
I moralize two meanings in one word.] The Vice of the old moralities was a buffoon character, whose chief employment was to make the audience laugh, and one of the modes by which he effected his purpose was by double meanings, or playing upon words. In these moral representations, Fraud, Iniquity, Covetousness, Luxury, Gluttony, Vanity, &c. were frequently introduced. The formal Vice perhaps means, the shrewd, the sensible Vice.
Glo. Short summers lightly' have a forward spring.
[ Aside. Enter YORK, Hastings, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of
York. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving bro
ther? York. Well, my dread lord ? ; so must I call you
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours; Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
Glo. He hath, my lord.
And therefore is he idle ?
Ollo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But
you have power in me, as in a kinsman. York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. + Glo. My dagger, little cousin ? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother?
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
lightly - ] Commonly, in ordinary course.
dread lord ;] The original of this epithet applied to kings has been much disputed. In some of our old statutes the king is called Rex metuendissimus. Johnson.
3 Too late he died,] i.e. too lately, the loss is too fresh in our memory.
† “ I pray you, uncle, give me,” &c.— Malone.
York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts ; In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to we
me. Glo. How? York. Little.
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk ;Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons ! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along ?+
York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord ?
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ;
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
• I weigh it lightly, &c.) i. e. I should still esteem it but a trifling gift, were it heavier, or perhaps, I'd weigh it lightly, — i.e. I could manage it, though it were heavier.
† “ My lord, will’t please," &c. Malone.