Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, 1573to your chamber.

Welcome dear cousin, my thought's sovereign;

3.1.415751427The weary way hath made you melancholy.

No, uncle, but our crosses on the way

3.1.615771429Have made it tedious, wearisome and heavy.

3.1.715781430I want more uncles here to welcome me.

Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years

3.1.915801432Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit,

3.1.1015811433Nor more can you distinguish of a man

3.1.1115821434Than of his outward show, which God he knows,

3.1.1215831435Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.

3.1.1315841436Those uncles which you want were dangerous;

3.1.1415851437Your grace attended to their sugared words

3.1.1515861438But looked not on the poison of their hearts.

3.1.1615871439God keep you from them, and from such false friends.

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.

3.1.2215961445I thought my mother and my brother York

3.1.2315971446Would long ere this have met us on the way.

3.1.2415981447Fie, what a slug is Hastings that he comes not

3.1.2515991448To tell us whether they will come or no.

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,

3.1.3016061452The Queen your mother and your brother York

3.1.3116071453Have taken sanctuary. The tender Prince

3.1.3216081454Would fain have come with me to meet your grace

3.1.3316091455But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Fie, what an indirect and peevish course

3.1.3516111457Is this of hers! Lord Cardinal, will your grace

3.1.3616121458Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York

3.1.3716131459Unto his princely brother presently?

3.1.3816141460If she deny, Lord Hastings go with him,

3.1.3916151461And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory

3.1.4116171463Can from his mother win the Duke of York,

3.1.4216181464Anon expect him here, but if she be obdurate

3.1.4316191465To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid

3.1.4416201466We should infringe the holy privilege

3.1.4516211467Of blessèd sanctuary; not for all this land

3.1.4616221468Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

You are too senseless-obstinate my lord,

3.1.4816241470Too ceremonious and traditional.

3.1.4916251471Weigh it but with the grossness of this age.

3.1.5016261472You break not sanctuary in seizing him;

3.1.5116271473The benefit thereof is always granted

3.1.5216281474To those whose dealings have deserved the place

3.1.5316291475And those who have the wit to claim the place.

3.1.5416301476This Prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it

3.1.5516311477And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it.

3.1.5616321478Then taking him from thence that is not there

3.1.5716331479You break no privilege nor charter there.

3.1.5816341480Oft have I heard of sanctuary men,

3.1.5916351481But sanctuary children, never till now.

My lord you shall overrule my mind for once.

3.1.6116371483Come on Lord Hastings, will you go with me?

I go my lord. [Exeunt Hastings and the Cardinal.]

Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.

3.1.6416401486Say uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,

3.1.6516411487Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

Where it seems best unto your royal self.

3.1.6716431489If I may counsel you, some day or two

3.1.6816441490Your highness shall repose you at the Tower;

3.1.6916451491Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit

3.1.7016461492For your best health and recreation.

I do not like the Tower of any place.

3.1.7216481494Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?

He did, my gracious lord, begin that place

3.1.7416501496Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.

Is it upon record, or else reported

3.1.7616521498Successively from age to age, he built it?

Upon record my gracious lord.

But say, my lord, it were not registered,

3.1.7916551501Methinks the truth should live from age to age,

3.1.8016561502As 'twere retailed to all posterity,

3.1.8116571503Even to the general, all-ending day.

[Aside] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

What say you, uncle?

I say, without characters fame lives long.

3.1.8516611507[Aside] Thus like the formal Vice, Iniquity,

3.1.8616621508I moralize two meanings in one word.

That Julius Caesar was a famous man;

3.1.8816641510With what his valor did enrich his wit,

3.1.8916651511His wit set down to make his valor live:

3.1.9016661512Death makes no conquest of this conqueror

3.1.9116671513For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

3.1.9216681514I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.

What, my gracious lord?

And if I live until I be a man

3.1.9516711517I'll win our ancient right in France again

3.1.9616721518Or die a soldier as I lived a king.

[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;

3.1.10316811525Too late he died that might have kept that title,

3.1.10416821526Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?

I thank you, gentle uncle. Oh, my lord,

3.1.10716851529You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:

3.1.10816861530The Prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

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,

3.1.11416921536But you have power in me as in a kinsman.

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,

3.1.11916971541And being but a toy, which is no grief to 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;

3.1.12417021546In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.

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?

3.1.1301709York Little.

My Lord of York will still be cross in talk;

3.1.13217111553Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:

3.1.13417131555Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me:

3.1.13517141556Because that I am little, like an ape,

3.1.13617151557He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulder.

With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons:

3.1.13817171559To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle

3.1.13917181560He prettily and aptly taunts himself;

3.1.14017191561So cunning and so young is wonderful.

My lord, will't please you pass along?

3.1.14217211563Myself and my good cousin Buckingham

3.1.14317221564Will to your mother, to entreat of her

3.1.14417231565To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

[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.

3.1.15017291571My granam told me he was murdered there.

I fear no uncles dead.

Nor none that live, I hope.

And if they live, I hope I need not fear.

3.1.15417331575But come my lord, with a heavy heart,

3.1.15517341576Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Think you, my lord, this little prating York

3.1.15817381579Was not incensèd by his subtle mother

3.1.15917391580To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

No doubt, no doubt, oh, 'tis a perilous boy,

3.1.16117411582Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable,

3.1.16217421583He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.

Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.[Catesby approaches Richard and Buckingham.]

3.1.16417441585Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend

3.1.16517451586As closely to conceal what we impart.

3.1.16617461587Thou knowest our reasons urged upon the way;

3.1.16717471588What thinkest thou? Is it not an easy matter

3.1.16817481589To make William Lord Hastings of our mind

3.1.16917491590For the installment of this noble Duke

3.1.17017501591In the seat royal of this famous isle?

He for his father's sake so loves the Prince

3.1.17217521593That he will not be won to aught against him.

What thinkest thou then of Stanley, 1754what will he?

He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Well then, no more but this:

3.1.17617571597Go, gentle Catesby, and as it were afar off,

3.1.17717581598Sound thou Lord Hastings, 1759how he stands affected

3.1.1781599Unto our purpose; if he be willing,

3.1.17917631600Encourage him and show him all our reasons.

3.1.18017641601If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,

3.1.18117651602Be thou so too, and so break off your talk

3.1.18217661603And give us notice of his inclination,

3.1.18317671604For we tomorrow hold divided councils,

3.1.18417681605Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed.

Commend me to Lord William, tell him Catesby,

3.1.18617701607His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries

3.1.18717711608Tomorrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;

3.1.18817721609And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,

3.1.18917731610Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.

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

3.1.19717821617William Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?

Chop off his head, man -- 1784somewhat we will do;

3.1.19917851619And look when I am King, claim thou of me

3.1.20017861620The earldom of Hereford and the moveables

3.1.20117871621Whereof the King my brother stood possessed.

I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.

And look to have it yielded with all willingness.

3.1.20417901624Come let us sup betimes, that afterwards

3.1.20517911625We may digest our complots in some form.