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1568[3.1]
3.1.115691423The trumpets sound. 1570Enter young Prince [Edward], the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham, 1571Cardinal [Bourchier], [Catesby and others].
Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, 1573to your chamber.
Welcome dear cousin, my thought's sovereign;
No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years
God keep me from false friends, 1589but they were none.
My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet 1591you.
God bless your grace with health and 1594happy days.
I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all.
And in good time, here comes the sweating 1602lord.
Welcome my lord. What, will our mother 1604come?
On what occasion, God he knows, not I,
Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
You are too senseless-obstinate my lord,
My lord you shall overrule my mind for once.
I go my lord. [Exeunt Hastings and the Cardinal.]
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
Where it seems best unto your royal self.
I do not like the Tower of any place.
He did, my gracious lord, begin that place
Is it upon record, or else reported
Upon record my gracious lord.
But say, my lord, it were not registered,
[Aside] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
What say you, uncle?
I say, without characters fame lives long.
That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
What, my gracious lord?
And if I live until I be a man
[Aside] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Now in good time, here comes the Duke of 1676York.
Richard of York, how fares our loving bro1678ther?
Well, my dread lord, so must I call you now.
Aye, brother, to our grief as it is yours;
How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?
I thank you, gentle uncle. Oh, my lord,
He hath, my lord.
And therefore is he idle?
Oh, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
Then he is more beholding to you than I.
He may command me as my sovereign,
I pray you uncle, give me this dagger.
My dagger, little cousin, with all my heart.
A beggar, brother?
Of my kind uncle that I know will give,
A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
A greater gift, oh, that's the sword to it.
Aye, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
Oh, then I see you will part but with light gifts;
It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
I would, that I might thank you as you 1707call me.
How?
My Lord of York will still be cross in talk;
You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
[Aside]
With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons:
My lord, will't please you pass along?
[To Prince Edward] What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
My Lord Protector needs will have it so.
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
Why, what should you fear?
Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost.
I fear no uncles dead.
Nor none that live, I hope.
And if they live, I hope I need not fear.
3.1.15617351577Exeunt Prin[ce Edward], [Duke of] Yor[k, Cardinal,] Hast[ings, and Mayor]. 1736Rich[ard], Buck[ingham and Catesby remain].
Think you, my lord, this little prating York
No doubt, no doubt, oh, 'tis a perilous boy,
Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.[Catesby approaches Richard and Buckingham.]
He for his father's sake so loves the Prince
What thinkest thou then of Stanley, 1754what will he?
He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
Well then, no more but this:
Commend me to Lord William, tell him Catesby,
Good Catesby, effect this business soundly.
My good lords both, with all the heed I may.
Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
You shall my lord.
At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
Now my lord, 1781what shall we do if we perceive
Chop off his head, man -- 1784somewhat we will do;
I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.
And look to have it yielded with all willingness.