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D. of York. Oh, my dear lord! So I must callyou now. P. Ed. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours ? Too soon he dy'd, who might have better worn That title, which, in me, will lose its majesty. Glost. How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York D. of York. Thank you kindly, dear uncle—Oh, my lord, You said that idle weeds were fast in growth; The king, my brother, has outgrown me, far. Glost. He has, my lord. D. of York. And, therefore, is he idle Glost. Oh, pretty cousin, I must not say so. D. of York. Nay, uncle, I don't believe the saying's true, For, if it were, you'd be an idle weed. Glost. How so, cousin D. of York. Because, I have heard folks say, you grew so fast, Your teeth would gnaw a crust at two hours old : Now, 'twas two years ere I could get a tooth. Glost. Indeed . I find, the brat is taught this lesSO11. [Aside. Who told thee this, my pretty, merry cousin D. of York. Why, your nurse, uncle. Glost. My nurse, child ! she was dead 'fore thou wert born. D. of York. If 'twas not she, I can't tell who told me. Glost. So subtle too! 'tis pity thou art short liv'd 1 [Aside. P. Ed. My brother, uncle, will be cross in talk. Glost. Oh, fear not, my lord; we shall never quar

rel. P. Ed. I hope your grace knows how to bear with him. D. of York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me;

Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me:
Because that I am little, like an ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
P. Ed. Fie, brother, I have no such meaning!
Glost. My lord, wilt please you, pass along?
Myself and my good cousin of Buckingham
Will to your mother, to entreat of her
To meet, and bid you welcome, at the Tower.
D. of York. What I will you go to the Tower, my
dear lord *
P. Ed. My Lord Protector will have it so.
D. of York. I shan't sleep in quiet, at the Tower.
Glost. I'll warrant you; King Henry lay there,
And he sleeps in quiet. [Aside.
P. Ed. What should you fear, brother ?
D. of York. My uncle, Clarence' ghost, my lord;
My grandmother told me he was kill'd there.
P. Ed. I fear no uncles dead.
Glost. Nor any, sir, that live, I hope?
P. Ed. I hope so too; but come, my lords,
To the Tower, since it must be so.
[Ereunt all but GLoster and BuckINGHAM.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little, prating, York
Was not instructed by his subtle mother,
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously
Glost. No doubt—no doubt; oh, 'tis a shrewd
young master:
Stubborn, bold, quick, forward, and capable !
He is all the mother's, from the top to the toe:
But let them rest.—Now what says Catesby
Buck. My lord, 'tis much as I suspected, and
He's here himself to inform you.

Enter CATEs BY.

Glost. So, Catesby, hast thou been tampering? What news? or Catesby. My lord, according to the instruction given me, I. o

Lady A. I do, my lord, and much it joys me too,
To see you are become so penitent.
Tressel, and Stanley, go along with me.
Glost. Bid me farewell.
Lady A. "Tis more than you deserve.
But, since you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have said farewell already. [Ereunt.
Guard. Towards Chertsey, my lord?
Glost. No, to Whitefriars; there attend my com-
ing. [Ereunt GUARDs, with the Body.
Was ever woman, in this humour, woo'd
Was ever woman, in this humour, won f
I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
To take her, in her heart's extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by ;
Having Heaven, her conscience, and these bars,
against me,
And I, no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks :
And yet, to win her all the world to nothing !
Can she abase her beauteous eyes on me,
Whose all not equals Edward's moiety
On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus !
My dukedom to a widow's chastity,
I do mistake my person, all this while,
Upon my life! she finds, (although, I cannot.)
Myself, to be a marvellous, proper man.
I'll have my chambers lin'd with looking-glass;
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions, to adorn my body.
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it, with some little cost;
But first, I'll turn St. Harry to his grave,
And then return, lamenting, to my love.
Shine out, fair sun, till I salute my glass,
That I may see my shadow, as I pass. [Erit.

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sCEN E II.

The Presence Chamber.

Enter BucKINGHAM, hastily, meeting Lord
STANLEY. -

Buck. Did you see the duke Stanley. What duke, my lord Buck. His Grace of Gloster; did you see him t Stanley. Not lately, my lord—I hope no ill news? Buck. The worst that heart e'er bore, or tongue can utter, Edward, the king, his royal brother,’s dead! Stanley. "Tis sad, indeed I wish by your impatlence, To acquaint him though, you think it so, to him. [Aside. Did the king, my lord, make any mention Of a protector, for his crown, and children Buck. He did ; Duke Richard has the care of both. Stanley. That sad news you are afraid to tell him to O. [Aside. Buck. He'll spare no toils, I'm sure, to fill his place. Stanley. 'Pray, Heav'n, he's not too diligent [Aside. My lord, is not that the Duchess of York, The king's mother, coming, I fear, to visit him Buck. "Tis she-little thinking what has befall'n us!

Enter Duchess of York.

Duch. of York. Good day, my lords; how takes the king his rest ?

Buck. Alas, madam too well—he sleeps for ever! Duch. of York. Dead ' Good Heav'n, support me! Buck. Madam, 'twas my unhappy lot, to hear His last departing groans, and close his eyes! Duch. of York. Another taken from me too ! why, just Heav'n, Am I still left the last, in life, and woe First, I bemoan’d a noble husband's death, Yet liv'd, with looking on his images: But now, my last support is gone.—First, Clarence, Now, Edward, is for ever taken from me, And I must now of force, sink down with sorrow ! Buck. Your youngest son, the noble Richard, lives, His love, I know, will feel his mother's cares, And bring new comfort to your latter days. Duch. of York. "Twere new, indeed! for yet of him, I've none, Unless a churlish disposition may Be counted from a child a mother's comfort. Where is the queen, my lord? Buck. I left her with her kinsmen, deep in sorrow, Who have, with much ado, persuaded her To leave the body.—Madam, they are here.

Enter QUEEN, Rivers, and Do Rs ET.

Queen. Why do you thus oppose my grief? unless, To make me rave, and weep, the faster ha! My mother too, in tears! fresh sorrow strikes My heart, at sight of every friend that lov'd My Edward, living ! Oh, mother, he's dead! Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead! Oh, that my eyes could weep away my soul | Then I might follow, worthy of his hearse.

Stanley. Your duty, madam, of a wife, is dead, And now, the mother's only, claims your care. Think on the prince, your son—send for him, straight, And let his coronation clear your eyes,

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