The Tragedy
15461402I
see as in a mappe the ende of all.
15471403Du. Accur
sed and vnquiet wrangling daies,
15481404How many of you haue mine eies beheld?
15491405My husband lo
st his life to get the crowne,
15501406And often vp and downe my
sonnes were to
st:
15511407For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and lo
sse,
15521408And being
seated and dome
stike broiles,
15531409Cleane ouerblowne them
selues, the conquerours
15541410Make warre vpon them
selues, bloud again
st bloud,
15551411Selfe again
st selfe, O prepo
sterous
15561412And frantike outrage, ende thy damned
spleene,
15571413Or let me die to looke on death no more
. 15581414Qu. Come come my boy, we will to
san
ctuary.
15631418And thither beare your trea
sure and your goods,
15641419For my part, Ile re
signe vnto your Grace
15651420The
seale I keepe, and
so betide to me,
15661421As well I tender you and all of yours:
15671422Come Ile condu
ct you to the
san
ctuary.
Exeunt. 15691423 The Trumpets sound. Enter young Prince, the Dukes of Glo- 15701424 cester, and Buckingham, Cardinall, &c. 15721425Buc. Welcome
sweete Prince to London to your cham
(ber. 15741426Glo. Welcome deare Co
sen my thoughts
soueraigne,
15751427The weary way hath made you melancholy.
15761428Prin. No Vnckle, but our cro
sses on the way
15771429Haue made it tedious, weari
some, and heauy:
15781430I want more Vnckles here to welcome me.
15791431Glo. Sweete Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeres,
15801432Hath not yet diued into the worlds deceit:
15811433Nor more can you di
stingui
sh of a man,
15821434Then of his outward
shew, which God he knowes,
15831435Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart:
15841436Tho
se Vnckles which you want, were dangerous,
15851437Your Grace attended to their
sugred words,
15861438But lookt not on the poi
son of their hearts:
15871439God keepe you from them, and from
such fal
se friends.
Prin.