1 Cit. No, no, by God's good grace his fon fhall

reign. 3 Cit. Wo to that land that's govern'd by a child. 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government : Which in his non-age, counsel under him, And in his full and ripen'd years, himself No doubt fhall then, and till then govern well.

1 Cit. So ftood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine months old.

3 Cit. Stood the state fo? no, no, good friends, God wot;

For then this land was famously enrich'd

With politick grave counfel; then the King
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.

1 Cit. Why fo hath this, both by his father and mo
ther.

3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Or by his father there were none at all:

For emulation, who fhall now be nearest,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O full of danger is the Duke of Glofter,

And the Queen's fons and brothers haughty, proud
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,

This fickly land might folace as before.

1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well.

3 Cit. When clouds are feen, wife men put on their
cloaks;

When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand ;
When the fun fets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely ftorms make men expect a dearth:
All may be well; but if God fort it fo,
'Tis more than we deferve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly the hearts of men are full of fear :
You cannot reafon almoft with a man
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3 Cit. Before the days of change, ftill is it fo; By a divine inftinct men's minds mistrust Enfuing danger; as by proof we fee

The

The water fwell before a boift'rous ftorm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

2 Cit. Marry we were fent for to the justices.
3 Cit. And fo was I, I'll bear you company.
[Exeunt.

Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, the Queen, and the Dutchess.

Arch.

I

Heard they lay the last night at Northampton, At Stony-Stratford they do reft to-night: To-morrow or next day they will be here.

Dutch. Ilong with all my heart to fee the Prince I hope he is much grown fince laft I saw him.

Queen. But I hear not, they fay my son of York Has almost overta'en him in his growth.

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. Dutch. Why, my good coufin, it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night as we did fit at fupper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

More than my brother Ay, quoth my uncle Glo'ster, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace. And fince, methinks I would not grow fo fast,

Becaufe fweet flow'rs are flow, and weeds make hafte. Dutch. Good faith, good faith, the faying did not

hold

In him that did object the same to thee.

He was the wretched'ft thing when he was young,
So long a growing, and fo leifurely,

That if his rule were true, he fhould be gracious.
York. And fo no doubt he is, my gracious madam.
Dutch. I hope he is, but yet let mothers doubt.
York. Now by my troth, if I had been remember'd,
I could have giv'n my uncle's grace a flout
To touch his growth, nearer then he touch'd mine.

Dutch.

Dutch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee let me

hear it.

York. Marry, they fay, my uncle grew fo faft,
That he could gnaw a cruft at two hours old;
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
York. Grandam, his nurse.

Dutch. His nurfe! why fhe was dead ere thou wast born.

York. If 'twere not fhe, I cannot tell who told me. Queen. A parlous boy. go, to, you are too

fhrewd.

Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with a child.
Queen. Pitchers have ears.

Enter a Meffenger.

Arch. Here comes a meffenger: what news?
Mef. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report.
Queen. How doth the Prince ?

Mef. Well, madam, and in health.

Dutch. What is thy news?

Mef. Lord Rivers and lord Grey are fent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prifoners.

Dutch. Who hath committed them?

Mef. The mighty Dukes,

Glo'fler and Buckingham.

Arch. For what offence?

Mef. The fum of all I can I have disclos'd: Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

my

Queen. Ah me! I fee the ruin of houfe ;
The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind.
Infulting tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and awless throne;
Welcome deftruction, blood and maffacre!
I fee, as in a map, the end of all.

Dutch.

Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld ?
My husband loft his life to get the crown,
And often up and down my fons were toft,
For me to joy and weep their gain and lofs.
And being feated, and domeftick broils
Clean over blown, themselves the conquerors,
Make war upon themfelves, blood against blood,
Self against felf; O most prepofterous

And frantick outrage! end thy damned fpleen,
Or let me die, to look on earth no more.

Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to Sanc.

tuary.

Madam, farewel.

Dutch. Stay, I will go with you.
Queen. You have no cause.

Arch. My gracious lady, go,

And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
For my part, I'll refign unto your grace
The feal I keep and fo betide it me,
As well I tender you, and all of yours.
Go, I'll conduct you to the Sanctuary.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT III. SCENE I

Continues in London.

The Trumpets found. Enter Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Archbishop, with others.

W

BUCKINGHAM.

ELCOME fweet Prince to London, to
your † chamber.

Glo. Welcome dear coufin, my thoughts
Soveraign,

The weary way hath made you melan-
choly.

Prince. No, uncle, but our croffes on the way
Have made it tedious, wearifom and heavy.
I want more uncles here to welcome me.

Glo. Sweet Prince, th' untainted virtue of your

years

Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit :
No more can you distinguish of a man,

Than of his outward fhew, which, God he knows,
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous :
Your grace attended to their fuger'd words,
But look'd not on the poifon of their hearts:

God keep you from them, and from such false friends.

VOL. V.

P

† London was anciently call'd Camera regia.

Prince.