And pitied me, and kindly kifs'd my cheek; Duch. Ah! that deceit thould fteal fuch gentle fhape. And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice! He is my fon, ay, and therein my shame; Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Son. Think you my uncle did diffemble, grandam? Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark what noife is this? Enter the Queen with her hair about her ears, Rivers and Doriet after her. Queen Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black despair against my foul, Duch. What means this fcene of rude impatience? To his new kingdom of perpetual reft Duch. Ah! fo much int'reft have I in thy forrow, As I had title to thy Noble husband. I have bewept a worthy husband's death, But now two mirrors of his princely femblance But Death hath fnatch'd my husband from mine arms, To overgo thy plaints, and drown thy cries! How can we aid you with our kindred-tears? Daugh. Our fatherless diftrefs was left unmoan'd, Your widow-dolours likewife be unwept! Queen. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth complaints * : Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! Queen. What ftay had I but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. What tay had we but Clarence? and he's gone. Duch. What stays had I but they? and they are gone. Queen. Was never widow had fo dear a lofs. Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. Duch. Was never mother had fo dear a lofs. Alas! I am the mother of thefe griefs; Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and fo do I; I for a Clarence weep, fo doth not she; Thefe babes for Clarence weep, and fo do I. Alas! you three, on me threefold diftrefs'd Pour all your tears; I am your forrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Dorf. Comfort, dear mother; God is much difpleas'd. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent: Riv. Madam, bethink you like a careful mother, Of the young Prince your fon ; fend straight for him, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives. Drown defp'rate forrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. bring forth complaints: All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Enter Gloucefter, Buckingham, Stanley, Haflings, and Ratcliff. Glo. Sifter, have comfort: all of us have caufe But none can help our harms by wailing them. I did not fee you I crave your bleffing. -Humbly on my knee Duch. God bless thee, and put meeknefs in thy breaft, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty. Glo. Amen, and make me dié a good old man! That is the butt-end of a mother's blefing; I marvel that her grace did leave it out. [Afide. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-forrowing peers, The broken rancour of your high-fwoln hearts, Riv. Why with fome little train, my Lord of Buckingham ? Buck. Marry, my Lord, left by a multitude Glo. I hope the King made peace with all of us; Riv. And fo in me; and fo I think in all. Yet fince it is but green, it fhould be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urg'd; That it is meet but few fhould fetch the Prince. Haft. And fo fay I. Glo. Then be it fo; and go we to determine Who they fhall be that ftrait fhall poft to Ludiow. Madam, and you my fifter, will you go, To give your centures in this weighty business? Manent Buckingham and Gloucester. [Exeunt. Buck My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince, For God's fake let not us two stay at home; For by the way I ll fort occafion, As index to the ftory we late talk'd of, To part the Queen's proud kindred from the Prince. My oracle, my prophet! Tow'rd Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to a freet near the court. Enter one Citizen at one door, and another at the other. 1 Cit. Good morrow neighbour; whether away fo 2 Cit. I promise you I hardly know myself: [fast? Hear you the news abroad? 1 Git. Yes; the King is dead. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r Lady; feldom comes a better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world, Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God fpeed! 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, Sir. 3 Git. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? 2 Git Ay, Sir, it is too true; God help the while! 3 Cit. Then, Mafters look to fee a troublous world. 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 nonage counsel under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, 1 Cit. So ftood the ftate 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 For then this land was famously inrich d [wot; With politic grave coun'el; then the King Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace. 1 Cit. Why, to 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 who fhall now be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. And the Queen's fons and brothers haughty, proud: This fickly land might folace as before. I Git. Come, come, we fear the worft; all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wife men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; 2 Cit Truly the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reafon almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit Before the days of change, ftill is it fo; The waters fwell before a boift'rous storm. 2 Git. Marry, we were fent for to the juftices. SCENE V. Changes to the court. Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, the Queen, and the Duchefs of York. Arcb. I heard they lay the last night at Northampton, |