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:

1596I thought my Mother, and my Brother Yorke,

1597Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.

1598Fie, what a Slug is Hastings, that he comes not

1599To tell vs, whether they will come, or no.

1601Buck. And in good time, heere comes the sweating

1602Lord.

1603Prince. Welcome, my Lord: what, will our Mother

1604come?

1605Hast. On what occasion God he knowes, not I;

1606The Queene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke,

1607Haue taken Sanctuarie: The tender Prince

1608Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace,

1609But by his Mother was perforce with-held.

1610Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peeuish course

1611Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace

1612Perswade the Queene, to send the Duke of Yorke

1613Vnto his Princely Brother presently?

1614If she denie, Lord Hastings goe with him,

1615And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce.

1616Card. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratorie

1617Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke,

1618Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate

1619To milde entreaties, God forbid

1620We should infringe the holy Priuiledge

1621Of blessed Sanctuarie: not for all this Land,

1622Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne.

1623Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate, my Lord,

1624Too ceremonious, and traditionall.

1625Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age,

1626You breake not Sanctuarie, in seizing him:

1627The benefit thereof is alwayes granted

1628To those, whose dealings haue deseru'd the place,

1629And those who haue the wit to clayme the place:

1630This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deseru'd it,

1631And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it.

1632Then taking him from thence, that is not there,

1633You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there:

1634Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men,

1635But Sanctuarie children, ne're till now.

1636Card. My Lord, you shall o're-rule my mind for once.

1637Come on, Lord Hastings, will you goe with me?

1638Hast. I goe, my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings.

1639Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedie hast you may.

1640Say, Vnckle Glocester, if our Brother come,

1641Where shall we soiourne, till our Coronation?

1642Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe.

1643If I may counsaile you, some day or two

1644Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower:

1645Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit

1646For your best health, and recreation.

1647Prince. I doe not like the Tower, of any place:

1648Did Iulius Caesar build that place, my Lord?

1649Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,

1650Which since, succeeding Ages haue re-edify'd.

1651Prince. Is it vpon record? or else reported

1652Successiuely from age to age, he built it?

1653Buck. Vpon record, my gracious Lord.

1654Prince. But say, my Lord, it were not registred,

1655Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,

1656As 'twere retayl'd to all posteritie,

1657Euen to the generall ending day.

1658Glo. So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long.

1659Prince. What say you, Vnckle?

1660Glo. I say, without Characters, Fame liues long.

1661Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie,

1662I morallize two meanings in one word.

1663Prince. That Iulius Caesar was a famous man,

1664With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,

1665His Wit set downe, to make his Valour liue:

1666Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror,

1667For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life.

1668Ile tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham.

1669Buck. What, my gracious Lord?

1670Prince. And if I liue vntill I be a man,

1671Ile win our ancient Right in France againe,

1672Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King.

1673Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring.

1675Buck. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of

1676Yorke.

1677Prince. Richard of Yorke, how fares our Noble Bro-

1678ther?

1679Yorke. Well, my deare Lord, so must I call you now.

1680Prince. I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours:

1681Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title,

1682Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie.

1683Glo. How fares our Cousin, Noble Lord of Yorke?

1684Yorke. I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord,

1685You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth:

1686The Prince, my Brother, hath out-growne me farre.

1687Glo. He hath, my Lord.

1688Yorke. And therefore is he idle?

1689Glo. Oh my faire Cousin, I must not say so.

1690Yorke. Then he is more beholding to you, then I.

1691Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne,

1692But you haue power in me, as in a Kinsman.

1693Yorke. I pray you, Vnckle, giue me this Dagger.

1694Glo. My Dagger, little Cousin? with all my heart.

1695Prince. A Begger, Brother?

1696Yorke. Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue,

1697And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue.

1698Glo. A greater gift then that, Ile giue my Cousin.

1699Yorke. A greater gift? O, that's the Sword to it.

1700Glo. I, gentle Cousin, were it light enough.

1701Yorke. O then I see, you will part but with light gifts,

1702In weightier things you'le say a Begger nay.

1703Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare.

1704Yorke. I weigh it lightly, were it heauier.

1705Glo. What, would you haue my Weapon, little Lord?

1706Yorke. I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you

1707call me.

1708Glo. How?

1709Yorke. Little.

1710Prince. My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke:

1711Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him.

1712Yorke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:

1713Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me,

1714Because that I am little, like an Ape,

1715He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders.

1716Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons:

1717To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle,

1718He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe:

1719So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull.

1720Glo. My Lord, wilt please you passe along?

1721My selfe, and my good Cousin Buckingham,

1722Will to your Mother, to entreat of her

1723To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.

1724Yorke. What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?

1725Prince. My Lord Protector will haue it so.

1726Yorke. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower.

1727Glo. Why, what should you feare?

1728Yorke. Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost:

1729My Grandam told me he was murther'd there.

1730Prince. I feare no Vnckles dead.

1731Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope.

1732Prince. And if they liue, I hope I need not feare.

1733But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart,

1734Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.

1737Buck. Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke

1738Was not incensed by his subtile Mother,

1739To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?

1740Glo. No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy,

1741Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:

1742Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.

1743Buck. Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby,

1744Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,

1745As closely to conceale what we impart:

1746Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.

1747What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter,

1748To make William Lord Hastings of our minde,

1749For the installment of this Noble Duke

1750In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?

1751Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,

1752That he will not be wonne to ought against him.

1753Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will

1754not hee?

1755Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth.

1756Buck. Well then, no more but this:

1757Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,

1758Sound thou Lord Hastings,

1759How he doth stand affected to our purpose,

1760And summon him to morrow to the Tower,

1761To sit about the Coronation.

1762If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,

1763Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:

1764If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,

1765Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke,

1766And giue vs notice of his inclination:

1767For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,

1768Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd.

1769Rich. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby,

1770His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries

1771To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,

1772And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,

1773Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more.

1774Buck. Good Catesby, goe effect this businesse soundly.

1775Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.

1776Rich. Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we sleepe?

1777Cates. You shall, my Lord.

1778Rich. At Crosby House, there shall you find vs both.

1780Buck. Now, my Lord,

1781What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue

1782Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots?

1783Rich. Chop off his Head:

1784Something wee will determine:

1785And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me

1786The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables

1787Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.

1788Buck. Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand.

1789Rich. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse.

1790Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards

1791Wee may digest our complots in some forme.