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May send forth plenteous Tears to drown the World.
Ah, for my Husband for my dear Lord Edward-
Chile Ab, for our Father, for our dear Lord Clarence.
Dutch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence.
Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone.
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone.
Dutch. What stays had I, but they? and they are gone.
Queen. Was never Widow had so dear a Lols.
Chil. Were never Orphans had fo dear a Lofs.
Dutch. Was never Mother had so dear a Lols.
Alas! I am the Mother of these Griefs,
Their Woes are parcell'd, mine is general.
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
I for a Clarence weep, lo doth not she;
These Babes for Clarence weep, fo do not they.
you three, on me threefold distreft
Pour all your Tears, I am your Sorrows Nurse,
And I will pamper it with Lamentation.
Dors. Comfort, dear Mother; God is much displeas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing. In common worldly Things 'cis calld ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a Debt, Which with a bounteous Hard was kindly lent: Much more to be thus opposite with Heav'n, For it requires the Royal Debt it lent you.
Rivers. Madam, bethink you like a careful Mother
Of the young Prince your Son; fend straight for him,
Let him be crown'd, in him your comfort lives.
Drown desperate Sorrow in dead Edward's Grave,
And plant your Joys in living Edward's Throne.
Enter Gloucester, Buckingham, Derby, Hastings and
Glo. Sifter, have comfort, all of us have cause
To wail the dimming of our shining Star:
But none can help our 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 Blelling:
Dutch. God bless thee, and pur Meckness in thy Dicast, 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 Blefling;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.
Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-forrowing Peers,
That bear this mutual heavy load of Moan,
Now cheer each other in each others Love;
Though we have spent our Harvest of this King,
We are to reap the Harvest of his Son.
The broken rancor of your high-swoln hates,
But lately splinter'd, knit and join'd together,
Must gently be prelerv'd, cherisht and kept:
Me seemeth good, that with some little Train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crowri'd our King.
* Riv. Why with some little Train, My Lord of Buckingham?
Buck. Marry, my Lord, left, 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 Eftate is greer, and yet ungovern'd.
Where every Horfe bears his commanding Rein,
And may dired his course as please himself,
As well the fear of haim, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Glo. I hope the King made Peace with all of us,
And the compaa is firm and true in me.
Riv. And so in me, and so, I think, in all,
Yet fince it is but green it should be put
To no apparent likelyhood of breach,
Which haply by much Company might be urg'd;
Therefore I say, with Noble Buckingham,
That it is meer lo few should fetch the Prince.
Haft. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so, and go we to determine
Who they shall be that streight shall post to London.
Madam, and you my Sister, will you go
To give your Cerlures in this Business?
[Manent Buckingham and Gloucester.
Buck. My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince,
For God's take le not us two stay at home;
Fo" by the way, I fuit occasion,
As Index to the Story we lately talked of,
To part the Queen's proud Kindred from the Prince.
Glo. My other fell, my Counsel's Consistory,
My Oracle, my Prophet, my dear Cousin,
1, as a Child, will go by thy diredion.
Toward London then, for we'll not stay behind. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Enter one Citizen at one Door, and another at the other. i Cit. Good morrow, Neighbour, whither away so fast? ?
2 Cit. I promise you I hardly know my self : Hear you the News abroad?
i Cit. Yes, the King is dead.
2. Cit. Ill News by'r Lady, seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'cwill prove a giddy World.
Exter 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 Masters look to see a troublous World. i Cit. No, no, by God's good Grace, his Son shall Reign. 3 Cit. Wo to that Land that's govern’d by a Child.
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of Government:
Wnich in his Non-age, Counsel under him,
And in his full and ripened Years, himself
No doubt thall then, and 'till then govern well.
1 Cit. So stood 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 famoufly enrich'd With politick grave Counsel; then the King Had virtuous Uncles to protect his Grace.
1 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 nore at all:
For Emulation, who shall now be nearest,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O full of danger is the Duke of Glo'fter,
And thic Queen's Sons, and Brothers, taught and proud:
And were they to be ruld, and not to rule,
This ficky Land might lolace as bifore.
I Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst, all will be well.
3 Cit. When Clouds are seen, wise Men put on their Cloaks ; Wher uriat Leaves fall, then Winter is at hand; When the Sun fits, who doth not look for Night? Untimely Storms nizke Men expect a Dearth: All may be well; but if God fort it so, ?Tis more than we defcrve, or I expect.
2 Cit. Truly the Hearts of Men are full of fear:
You cannot realor, almost, with a Man
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.
3 Cit. Before the days of Change, still is it so
By a divine instinct Mens Minds mistrust
Pursuing Danger; as by proof we fee
The Water swell before a boilt'rous Storm;
But leave it all to God, whither away?
2 Cit. Marry we were sent for to the Justices.
3 Cit. And so was I, I'll bear you Company. [Exeunt.
Enter Archbisloop of York, the young Duke of York, the
Queen, and the Dutchess.
Arch. Last Night I heard they lay at Stony Stræ:ford,
And at Northampton they do rift to Night:
To moriow or next day they will be here.
Dutch. I long with all my Heart to see the Prince ;
I hope he is much grown since last I saw him..
Queen. But I hear no, they say my Son of York
Has a'most overtaken him in his growth.
York. Ay, Mother, but I would not have it so.
Durch. Why, my good Cousin, it is good to grow.
York: Grandam, one Night as we did fit at Supper,
My Uncle Rivers talk'd how I did
grow More than my Brother. Ay, quoth my Uncle Gloster, Small Herbs have Grace, gicit Weeds do grow apace. And since, mcthinks I would not grow fo falt, Because sweet Flowers are alw, and Weeds make hasti.
Durch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
In him that did obje& 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.
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 remembrcd,
I could have given my Uncle's Grace a flout
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.
Durch. How, my young York,
I prithee let me hear it.
York. Marry, they say, my Uncle grew so fast,
That he could gnaw a Crust at two hours old;
'Twas full two years e'er I could get a Tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting Jeft.
Dutch. I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this?
York. Grandam, his Nurse.
Dutch. His Nurse! why she was dead c'er thou wast born.
York. If cwere not the, I cannot tell who told me.
Queen. A parlous Boy-Go to, you are too shrewd.
Durch. Good Madam, be not angry with a Child.
Queen. Pitchers have Ears.
Enter a Messenger.
Arch. Here comes a Messenger: What News?
Mef. Such Neus, my Lord, as grieves me to report.
Queen. How doth the Prince?
Mes. Well, Madam, and in Health.
Dutch. What is thy News?
Mef. Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey,
Are sent to Pomfret, and with them
Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners.
Dutch. Who hath committed them?
Mes. The mighty Dukes, Gloster and Buckingham.
Arch. For what Offence?
Mes. The sum of all I can, I have disclos’d:
Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lord.
Queen, Ah me! I fee the ruin of my House; The Tiger now hath seiz'd the gentic Hind. Infulting Tyranny begins to jut