Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Quarta.
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Enter Arch-bishop, yong Yorke, the Queene,
¶And at Northampton they do rest to night:
1490To morrow, or next day, they will be heere.
¶Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth.
¶My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow
¶More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Glouster,
1500Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace.
¶In him that did obiect the same to thee.
1505He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong,
¶That if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
¶Dut. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt.
1510Yor. Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred,
¶I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout,
¶To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine.
¶Dut. How my yong Yorke,
¶I prythee let me heare it.
¶That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old,
¶'Twas full two yeares ere I could get a tooth.
¶Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Iest.
¶Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this?
¶Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe.
1525Qu. Pitchers haue eares.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. Such newes my Lord, as greeues me to report.
¶Qu. How doth the Prince?
1530Mes. Well Madam, and in health.
¶Dut. What is thy Newes?
¶Mess. Lord Riuers, and Lord Grey,
¶Are sent to Pomfret, and with them,
¶Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners.
1535Dut. Who hath committed them?
¶Arch. For what offence?
¶Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed,
1540Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord.
¶The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde,
¶Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt
¶I see (as in a Map) the end of all.
¶How many of you haue mine eyes beheld?
¶My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne,
¶Cleane ouer-blowne, themselues the Conquerors,
¶Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother;
¶And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene,
¶Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.
¶Qu. Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary.
¶Madam, farwell.
1560Dut. Stay, I will go with you.
¶Arch. My gracious Lady go,
¶And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes,
¶For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace
1565The Seale I keepe, and so betide to me,
¶As well I tender you, and all of yours.
¶Go, Ile conduct you to the Sanctuary.
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