1357I for a Clarence weepes, so doth not shee:

1358These Babes for Clarence weepe, so do not they.

1359Alas! you three, on me threefold distrest:

1360Power all your teares, I am your sorrowes Nurse,

1361And I will pamper it with Lamentation.

1362Dor. Comfort deere Mother, God is much displeas'd,

1363That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing.

1364In common worldly things, 'tis call'd vngratefull,

1365With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt,

1366Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent:

1367Much more to be thus opposite with heauen,

1368For it requires the Royall debt it lent you.

1369Riuers. Madam, bethinke you like a carefull Mother

1370Of the young Prince your sonne: send straight for him,

1371Let him be Crown'd, in him your comfort liues.

1372Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue,

1373And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne.

1376Rich. Sister haue comfort, all of vs haue cause

1377To waile the dimming of our shining Starre:

1378But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them.

1379Madam, my Mother, I do cry you mercie,

1380I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my knee,

1381I craue your Blessing.

1382Dut. God blesse thee, and put meeknes in thy breast,

1383Loue Charity, Obedience, and true Dutie.

1384Rich. Amen, and make me die a good old man,

1385That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing;

1386I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out.

1387Buc. You clowdy-Princes, & hart-sorowing-Peeres,

1388That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane,

1389Now cheere each other, in each others Loue:

1390Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King,

1391We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne.

1392The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates,

1393But lately splinter'd, knit, and ioyn'd together,

1394Must gently be preseru'd, cherisht, and kept:

1395Me seemeth good, that with some little Traine,

1396Forthwith from Ludlow, the young Prince be fet

1397Hither to London, to be crown'd our King.

1398Riuers. Why with some little Traine,

1399My Lord of Buckingham?

1400Buc. Marrie my Lord, least by a multitude,

1401The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out,

1402Which would be so much the more dangerous,

1403By how much the estate is greene, and yet vngouern'd.

1404Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine,

1405And may direct his course as please himselfe,

1406As well the feare of harme, as harme apparant,

1407In my opinion, ought to be preuented.

1408Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs,

1409And the compact is firme, and true in me.

1410Riu. And so in me, and so (I thinke) in all.

1411Yet since it is but greene, it should be put

1412To no apparant likely-hood of breach,

1413Which haply by much company might be vrg'd:

1414Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham,

1415That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince.

1416Hast. And so say I.

1417Rieh. Then be it so, and go we to determine

1418Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London .

1419Madam, and you my Sister, will you go

1420To giue your censures in this businesse. Exeunt.

1422Buc. My Lord, who euer iournies to the Prince,

1423For God sake let not vs two stay at home:

1424For by the way, Ile sort occasion,

1425As Index to the story we late talk'd of,

1426To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince.

1427Rich. My other selfe, my Counsailes Consistory,

1428My Oracle, My Prophet, my deere Cosin,

1429I, as a childe, will go by thy direction,

1430Toward London then, for wee'l not stay behinde. Exeunt

14341. Cit. Good morrow Neighbour, whether away so

1435fast?

14362. Cit. I promise you, I scarsely know my selfe:

1437Heare you the newes abroad?

14381. Yes, that the King is dead.

14392. Ill newes byrlady, seldome comes the better:

1440I feare, I feare, 'twill proue a giddy world.

14423. Neighbours, God speed.

14431. Giue you good morrow sir.

14443. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death?

14452. I sir, it is too true, God helpe the while.

14463. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world.

14471. No, no, by Gods good grace, his Son shall reigne.

14483. Woe to that Land that's gouern'd by a Childe.

14492. In him there is a hope of Gouernment,

1450Which in his nonage, counsell vnder him,

1451And in his full and ripened yeares, himselfe

1452No doubt shall then, and till then gouerne well.

14531. So stood the State, when Henry the sixt

1454Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine months old.

14553. Stood the State so? No, no, good friends, God wot

1456For then this Land was famously enrich'd

1457With politike graue Counsell; then the King

1458Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace.

14591. Why so hath this, both by his Father and Mother.

14603. Better it were they all came by his Father:

1461Or by his Father there were none at all:

1462For emulation, who shall now be neerest,

1463Will touch vs all too neere, if God preuent not.

1464O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster,

1465And the Queenes Sons, and Brothers, haught and proud:

1466And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,

1467This sickly Land, might solace as before.

14681. Come, come, we feare the worst: all will be well.

14693. When Clouds are seen, wisemen put on their clokes;

1470When great leaues fall, then Winter is at hand;

1471When the Sun sets, who doth not looke for night?

1472Vntimely stormes, makes men expect a Dearth:

1473All may be well; but if God sort it so,

1474'Tis more then we deserue, or I expect.

14752. Truly, the hearts of men are full of feare:

1476You cannot reason (almost) with a man,

1477That lookes not heauily, and full of dread.

14783. Before the dayes of Change, still is it so,

1479By a diuine instinct, mens mindes mistrust