1480Pursuing danger: as by proofe we see

1481The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme:

1482But leaue it all to God. Whither away?

14832 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices.

14843 And so was I: Ile beare you company. Exeunt.

1488Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford,

1489And at Northampton they do rest to night:

1490To morrow, or next day, they will be heere.

1491Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince:

1492I hope he is much growne since last I saw him.

1493Qu. But I heare no, they say my sonne of Yorke

1494Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth.

1495Yorke. I Mother, but I would not haue it so.

1496Dut. Why my good Cosin, it is good to grow.

1497Yor. Grandam, one night as we did sit at Supper,

1498My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow

1499More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Glouster,

1500Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace.

1501And since, me thinkes I would not grow so fast,

1502Because sweet Flowres are slow, and Weeds make hast.

1503Dut. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold

1504In him that did obiect the same to thee.

1505He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong,

1506So long a growing, and so leysurely,

1507That if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

1508Yor. And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam.

1509Dut. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt.

1510Yor. Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred,

1511I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout,

1512To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine.

1513Dut. How my yong Yorke,

1514I prythee let me heare it.

1515Yor. Marry (they say) my Vnkle grew so fast,

1516That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old,

1517'Twas full two yeares ere I could get a tooth.

1518Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Iest.

1519Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this?

1520Yor. Grandam, his Nursse.

1521Dut. His Nurse? why she was dead, ere y^u wast borne.

1522Yor. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

1523Qu. A parlous Boy: go too, you are too shrew'd.

1524Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe.

1525Qu. Pitchers haue eares.

1527Arch. Heere comes a Messenger: What Newes?

1528Mes. Such newes my Lord, as greeues me to report.

1529Qu. How doth the Prince?

1530Mes. Well Madam, and in health.

1531Dut. What is thy Newes?

1532Mess. Lord Riuers, and Lord Grey,

1533Are sent to Pomfret, and with them,

1534Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners.

1535Dut. Who hath committed them?

1536Mes. The mighty Dukes, Glouster and Buckingham.

1537Arch. For what offence?

1538Mes. The summe of all I can, I haue disclos'd:

1539Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed,

1540Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord.

1541Qu. Aye me! I see the ruine of my House:

1542The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde,

1543Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt

1544Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne:

1545Welcome Destruction, Blood, and Massacre,

1546I see (as in a Map) the end of all.

1547Dut. Accursed, and vnquiet wrangling dayes,

1548How many of you haue mine eyes beheld?

1549My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne,

1550And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost

1551For me to ioy, and weepe, their gaine and losse.

1552And being seated, and Domesticke broyles

1553Cleane ouer-blowne, themselues the Conquerors,

1554Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother;

1555Blood to blood, selfe against selfe: O prepostorous

1556And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene,

1557Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.

1558Qu. Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary.

1559Madam, farwell.

1560Dut. Stay, I will go with you.

1561Qu. You haue no cause.

1562Arch. My gracious Lady go,

1563And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes,

1564For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace

1565The Seale I keepe, and so betide to me,

1566As well I tender you, and all of yours.

1567Go, Ile conduct you to the Sanctuary. Exeunt

1572Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London,

1573To your Chamber.

1574Rich. Welcome deere Cosin, my thoughts Soueraign

1575The wearie way hath made you Melancholly.

1576Prin. No Vnkle, but our crosses on the way,

1577Haue made it tedious, wearisome, and heauie.

1578I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me.

1579Rich. Sweet Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeers

1580Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit:

1581No more can you distinguish of a man,

1582Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes,

1583Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart.

1584Those Vnkles which you want, were dangerous:

1585Your Grace attended to their Sugred words,

1586But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts:

1587God keepe you from them, and from such false Friends.

1588Prin. God keepe me from false Friends,

1589But they were none.

1590Rich. My Lord, the Maior of London comes to greet

1591you.

1593Lo.Maior. God blesse your Grace, with health and

1594happie dayes.

1595Prin. I thanke you, good my Lord, and thank you all: