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Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,
Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS,
Ratcliff, and Others.
Duch. God bless thee: and put meekness in thy breast, 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 blessing; I marvel that her grace did leave it out. [Aside t.
Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join’d together, Must gently be presery'd, cherish’d, and kept: Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buck
ingham ? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest 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 estate is green and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
+ Both Steevens and Malone place Aside at the end of the preceding line, bụt surely it belongs to the third, if not to the whole speech.
And may direct his course as please himself,
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us;
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all :
Hast. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine. Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,—and you my mother, will you go To give your censures ' in this weighty business?
[Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
Enter Two Citizens, meeting. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so
fast ? e— your censures —] To censure formerly meant to deliver an opinion.
1 As index to the story -] i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude.
2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad ? 1 Cit.
Yes; the king's dead t. 2 Cit. Ill news, by’r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 't will prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed ! 1 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. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall
reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern’d by a child !
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;
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 so ? no, no, good friends, God
wot; For then this land was famously 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 none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud ;
| "Yes, that the king is dead.” – Malone.
And were they to be rul’d, and not to rule,
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their
cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : All may be well ; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear:
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young Duke of YORK,
Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of YORK. Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Strat
ford; . And at Northampton they do rest to-night t: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here,
? You cannot reason almost 1 To reason is to converse. † “ Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton;
At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night.”—Malone. In both readings, historical truth is violated.
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince ; I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost over-ta'en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin ? it is good to grow.
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace : And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
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.
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 remember'd', I could have given my uncle's grace à flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let me
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
born. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. 3 — been remember'd,] To be remember'd is, in Shakspeare, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one.
* A parlous boy :) Parlous is keen, shrewd.