15721425Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London to your cham (ber.

15741426Glo. Welcome deare Cosen my thoughts soueraigne,

15751427The weary way hath made you melancholy.

15761428Prin. No Vnckle, but our crosses on the way

15771429Haue made it tedious, wearisome, 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 distinguish of a man,

15821434Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes,

15831435Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart:

15841436Those Vnckles which you want, were dangerous,

15851437Your Grace attended to their sugred words,

15861438But lookt not on the poison of their hearts:

15871439God keepe you from them, and from such false friends.

15881440Pri. God keepe me from false friends, but they wer none.

15891441Glo. My Lo, the Maior of London comes to greete you.

15931443Lo:M. God blesse your grace with health and happy daies.

15951444Prin. I thanke you good my Lo: and thanke you all:

15961445I thought my mother, and my brother Yorke,

15971446Would long ere this haue met vs on the way:

15981447Fie, what a slug is Hastings that he comes not

15991448To tell vs whether they will come, or no. ( Enter L. Hast.

16011449Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating Lo:

16031450Pri. Welcome my Lo: what will our mother come?

16051451Hast. On what occasion, God he knowes, not I:

16061452The Queene your mother and your brother Yorke

16071453Haue taken sanctuary: The tender Prince

16081454Would faine haue come with me, to meete your Grace,

16091455But by his mother was perforce withheld.

16101456Buc. Fie, what an indirect and peeuish course

16111457Is this of hers? Lo: Cardinall will your grace

16121458Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke

16131459Vnto his Princely brother presently?

16141460If she deny, Lo: Hastings go with him,

16151461And from her iealous armes plucke him perforce.

16161462Car. My Lo: of Buckingham, if my weake oratory

16171463Can from his mother winne the Duke of Yorke,

16181464Anone expect him here: but if she be obdurate

16191465To milde entreaties, God in heauen forbid

16201466We should infringe the holy priuiledge

16211467Of blessed sanctuary, not for all this land,

16221468Would I be guilty of so deepe a sinne.

16231469Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lo:

16241470Too ceremonious and traditionall:

16251471Weigh it but with the grossenes of this age,

16261472You breake not sanctuary in seazing him:

16271473The benefit thereof is alwaies granted

16281474To those whose dealings haue deserude the place,

16291475And those who haue the wit to claime the place.

16301476This Prince hath neither claimed it, nor deserued it,

16311477And therefore in mine opinion, cannot haue it.

F Then

16321478Then taking him from thence that is not there,

16331479You breake no priuiledge nor charter there:

16341480Oft haue I heard of sanctuary men,

16351481But sanctuary children neuer till now.

16361482Car. My Lo: you shall ouerrule my minde for once:

16371483Come on Lo: Hastings will you go with me?

16381484Hast. I go my Lord.

16391485Prin. Good Lords make all the speedy hast you may:

16401486Say Vnckle Glocester, if our brother come,

16411487Where shall we soiourne till our coronation?

16421488Glo. Where it seemes best vnto your royall selfe:

16431489If I may councell you, some day or two,

16441490Your highnes shall repose you at the tower:

16451491Then where you please, and shalbe thought most fit

16461492For your best health and recreation.

16471493Prin. I doe not like the tower of any place:

16481494Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord?

16491495Buc. He did, my gratious Lo: begin that place,

16501496Which since succeeding ages haue reedified.

16511497Prin. Is it vpon record, or els reported

16521498Successiuely from age to age he built it?

16531499Buc. Vpon record my gratious Lo:

16541500Pri. But say my Lo: it were not registred,

16551501Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,

16561502As twere retailde to all posterity,

16571503Euen to the generall all-ending day.

16581504Glo. So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long.

16591505Pri. What say you Vnckle?

16601506Glo. I say without characters fame liues long:

16611507Thus like the formall vice iniquity,

16621508I morallize two meanings in one word.

16631509Pri. That Iulius Cesar was a famous man,

16641510With what his valour did enrich his wit,

16651511His wit set downe to make his valure liue:

16661512Death makes no conquest of this conquerour,

16671513For now he liues in fame though not in life:

16681514Ile tell you what my Cosen Buckingham.

16691515Buc. What my gratious Lord?

16701516Prin. And if I liue vntill I be a man,

16711517Ile winne our auncient right in France againe,

16721518Or die a souldier as I liude a King.

16731519Glo. Short summers lightly haue a forward spring.

16751521Buc. Now in good time here comes the Duke of Yorke.

16771522Pri. Rich. of Yorke how fares our louing brother?

16791523Yor. Well my dread Lo: so must I call you now.

16801524Pri. I brother to our griefe as it is yours:

16811525Too late he died that might haue kept that title,

16821526Which by his death hath lost much maiesty.

16831527Glo. How fares our Cosen noble Lo: of Yorke?

16841528Yor. I thanke you gentle Vnckle. O my Lo:

16851529You said that idle weedes are fast in growth:

16861530The Prince my brother hath outgrowen me farre.

16871531Glo. He hath my Lo:

16881532Yor. And therfore is he idle?

16891533Glo. Oh my faire Cosen, I must not say so.

16901534Yor. Then he is more beholding to you then I.

16911535Glo. He may command me as my soueraigne,

16921536But you haue power in me as in a kinseman.

16931537Yor. I pray you Vnckle giue me this dagger.

16941538Glo. My dagger little Cosen, withall my heart.

16951539Pri. A begger brother?

16961540Yor. Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue,

16971541And being but a toy, which is no griefe to giue.

16981542Glo. A greater gift then that, Ile giue my Cosen.

16991543Yor. A greater gift, O thats the sword to it.

17001544Glo. I gentle Cosen, were it light enough.

17011545Yor. O then I see you will part but with light gifts,

17021546In weightier things youle say a begger nay.

17031547Glo. It is too heauy for your Grace to weare.

17041548Yor. I weigh it lightly were it heauier.

17051549Glo. What would you haue my weapon little Lord?

17061550Yor. I would, that I might thanke you as you call me.

17081551Glo. How? Yor. Little.

17101552Pri. My Lo: of Yorke will still be crosse in talke:

17111553Vnckle your grace knowes how to beare with him.

F2 Yor.

17121554Yor. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:

17131555Vnckle, my brother mockes both you and me,

17141556Because that I am little like an Ape,

17151557He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders.

17161558Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons,

17171559To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle:

17181560He pretely and aptly taunts himselfe,

17191561So cunning and so young is wonderfull.

17201562Glo. My Lo: wilt please you passe along,

17211563My selfe and my good Coosen Buckingham,

17221564Will to your mother, to entreate of her,

17231565To meete you at the tower, and welcome you.

17241566Yor. What will you go vnto the tower my Lo?

17251567Prin. My Lo: protector needes will haue it so.

17261568Yor. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the tower.

17271569Glo. Why, what should you feare?

17281570Yor. Mary my Vnckle Clarence angry ghost:

17291571My Granam tolde me he was murdred there.

17301572Pri. I feare no Vnckles dead.

17311573Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope.

17321574Pri And if they liue, I hope I neede not feare:

17331575But come my Lo: with a heauy heart

17341576Thinking on them, go I vnto the tower.

17371578Buc. Thinke you my Lo: this little prating Yorke,

17381579Was not incensed by his subtile mother,

17391580To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?

17401581Glo. No doubt, no doubt, Oh tis a perillous boy,

17411582Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable,

17421583He is all the mothers, from the top to toe.

17431584Buc. Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby,

17441585Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,

17451586As closely to conceale what we impart.

17461587Thou knowest our reasons vrgde vpon the way:

17471588What thinkest thou? is it not an easie matter

17481589To make William Lo: Hastings of our minde,

17491590For the instalement of this noble Duke,

17501591In the seate royall of this famous Ile?

17511592Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,

17521593That he will not be wonne to ought against him.

17531594Buck. What thinkest thou then of Stanley what will he?

17551595Cat. He will doe all in all as Hastings doth.

17561596Buck. Well then no more but this:

17571597Go gentle Catesby, and as it were a farre off,

17581598Sound thou Lo: Hastings, how he stands affected

17591599Vnto our purpose, if he be willing,

17631600Encourage him, and shew him all our reasons:

17641601If he be leaden, icie, cold, vnwilling,

17651602Be thou so too: and so breake off your talke,

17661603And giue vs notice of his inclination:

17671604For we to morrow hold deuided counsels,

17681605Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be emploied.

17691606Glo. Commend me to Lo: William, tell him Catesby,

17701607His auncient knot of dangerous aduersaries

17711608To morrow are let bloud at Pomfret Castle,

17721609And bid my friend for ioy of this good newes,

17731610Giue Mistresse Shore, one gentle kisse the more.

17741611Buck. Good Catesby effect this busines soundly.

17751612Cat. My good Lo: both, with all the heede I may.

17761613Glo. Shall we heare from you Catesby ere we sleepe?

17771614Cat. You shall my Lord.

17781615Glo. At Crosby place there shall you finde vs both.

17801616Buc. Now my Lo: what shall we doe, if we perceiue

17821617William Lo: Hastings will not yeeld to our complots?

17831618Glo. Chop of his head man, somewhat we will doe,

17851619And looke when I am King, claime thou of me

17861620The Earledome of Hereford and the moueables,

17871621Whereof the King my brother stood possest.

17881622Buc. Ile claime that promise at your Graces hands.

17891623Glo. And looke to haue it yeelded with all willingnes:

17901624Come let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards

17911625We may digest our complots in some forme. Exeunt.