Richard the Third (Modern)

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 1485[2.4]
 2.4.11486Enter Cardinal [Rotherham], Duchess of York, Queen [Elizabeth], young [Duke of] York.
 2.4.214881346Cardinal Rotherham
 Last night I hear they lay at Northampton.
 2.4.314891347At Stony Stratford will they be tonight;
 2.4.414901348Tomorrow or next day they will be here.
 2.4.514911349Duchess
 I long with all my heart to see the Prince;
 2.4.614921350I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
 2.4.714931351Queen Elizabeth
 But I hear no, they say my son of York
 2.4.814941352Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
 2.4.914951353York
 Aye mother, but I would not have it so.
 2.4.1014961354Duchess
 Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.
 2.4.1114971355York
 Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper,
 2.4.1214981356My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow
 2.4.1314991357More than my brother. "Aye", quoth my Nuncle Gloucester,
 2.4.1415001358"Small herbs have grace, great weeds grow apace",
 2.4.1515011359And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast:
 2.4.1615021360Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
 2.4.1715031361Duchess
 Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
 2.4.1815041362In him that did object the same to thee;
 2.4.1915051363He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,
 2.4.2015061364So long a growing, and so leisurely,
 2.4.2115071365That if this were a true rule, he should be gracious.
 2.4.2215081366Cardinal Rotherham
 Why, madam, so no doubt he is.
 2.4.2315091367Duchess
 I hope so too, but [yet] let mothers doubt.
 2.4.2415101368York
 Now, by my troth, if I had been remembered
 2.4.2515111369I could have given my uncle's grace a flout
 2.4.2615121370That should have nearer touched his growth than he did mine.
 2.4.2715131371Duchess
 How, my pretty York? 1514I pray thee let me hear it.
 2.4.2815151372York
 Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
 2.4.2915161373That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old;
 2.4.3015171374'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
 2.4.3115181375Granam, this would have been a biting jest.
 2.4.3215191376Duchess
 I pray thee pretty York, who told thee so?
 2.4.3315201377York
 Granam, his nurse.
 2.4.3415211378Duchess
 His nurse? Why she was dead ere thou wert born.
 2.4.3515221379York
 If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
 2.4.3615231380Queen Elizabeth
 A perilous boy, go to, you are too shrewd.
 2.4.3715241381Cardinal Rotherham
 Good madam, be not angry with the child.
 2.4.3815251382Queen Elizabeth
 Pitchers have ears.
 2.4.391526Enter Dorset.
 2.4.4015271383Cardinal Rotherham
 Here comes your son, Lord Marquess Dorset.
 2.4.411384What news, Lord Marquess?
 2.4.4215281385Dorset
 Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
 2.4.4315291386Queen Elizabeth
 How fares the Prince?
 2.4.4415301387Dorset
 Well, madam, and in health.
 2.4.4515311388Duchess
 What is thy news then?
 2.4.4615321389Dorset
 Lord Rivers and Lord Grey 1533are sent to Pomfret,
 2.4.471390With them 1534Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
 2.4.4815351391Duchess
 Who hath committed them?
 2.4.4915361392Dorset
 The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham.
 2.4.5015371393Cardinal Rotherham
 For what offence?
 2.4.5115381394Dorset
 The sum of all I can I have disclosed.
 2.4.5215391395Why or for what these nobles were committed
 2.4.5315401396Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
 2.4.5415411397Queen Elizabeth
 Aye me, I see the downfall of our House;
 2.4.5515421398The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind,
 2.4.5615431399Insulting tyranny begins to jet
 2.4.5715441400Upon the innocent and lawless throne.
 2.4.5815451401Welcome destruction, death and massacre:
 2.4.5915461402I see as in a map the end of all.
 2.4.6015471403Duchess
 Accursèd and unquiet wrangling days,
 2.4.6115481404How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
 2.4.6215491405My husband lost his life to get the crown,
 2.4.6315501406And often up and down my sons were tossed
 2.4.6415511407For me to joy and weep their gain and loss;
 2.4.6515521408And, being seated and domestic broils
 2.4.6615531409Clean overblown, themselves the conquerors
 2.4.6715541410Make war upon themselves, 1555blood against blood,
 2.4.681411Self against self. O preposterous
 2.4.6915561412And frantic Outrage, end thy damnèd spleen,
 2.4.7015571413Or let me die, to look on death no more.
 2.4.7115581414Queen Elizabeth
 Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.
 2.4.7215601415Duchess
 I'll go along with you.
 2.4.7315611416Queen Elizabeth
 You have no cause.
 2.4.7415621417Cardinal Rotherham
 My gracious lady, go,
 2.4.7515631418And thither bear your treasure and your goods;
 2.4.7615641419For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
 2.4.7715651420The seal I keep, and so betide to me
 2.4.7815661421As well I tender you and all of yours.
 2.4.7915671422Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
 2.4.80Exeunt.
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