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.

I long with all my heart to see the Prince;

2.4.614921350I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

But I hear no, they say my son of York

2.4.814941352Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.

Aye mother, but I would not have it so.

Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.

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.

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.

Why, madam, so no doubt he is.

I hope so too, but [yet] let mothers doubt.

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.

How, my pretty York? 1514I pray thee let me hear it.

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.

I pray thee pretty York, who told thee so?

Granam, his nurse.

His nurse? Why she was dead ere thou wert born.

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

A perilous boy, go to, you are too shrewd.

Good madam, be not angry with the child.

Pitchers have ears.

Here comes your son, Lord Marquess Dorset.

2.4.411384What news, Lord Marquess?

Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.

How fares the Prince?

Well, madam, and in health.

What is thy news then?

Lord Rivers and Lord Grey 1533are sent to Pomfret,

2.4.471390With them 1534Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.

Who hath committed them?

The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham.

For what offence?

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.

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.

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.

Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.

I'll go along with you.

You have no cause.

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.