Bury your griefs in the dead Edward's grave- Queen. Alas! that thought, but adds to my afflictions ! New tears for Edward, gone, and fears for Edward, living! An helpless child, in his minority, Is in the trust of his stern uncle, Gloster— Buck. Judge not so hardly, madam, of his love: Your son will find in him, a father's care. Enter GLOSTER, behind. Glost. Why, ah! these tears look well-Sorrow's the mode, And every one at court must wear it now : With all my heart; I'll not be out of fashion. [Aside. Queen. My lord, just Heaven knows, I never hated Gloster! But would, on any terms, embrace his friendship. Buck. These words would make him weep-I know him yours. See, where he comes, in sorrow for our loss. Glost. My lords, good morrow-Cousin of Buckingham, I am yours. Buck. Good morning to your grace. Glost. Methinks, We meet, like men that had forgot to speak. [Weeps. Buck. We may remember; but our argument, Is now too mournful to admit such talk. Glost. It is, indeed! Peace be with him, that made it so! Sister, take comfort; 'tis true, we've all cause ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. The Palace. PRINCE EDWARD, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, LORD STANLEY, TRESSEL, and ATTENDANTS, discovered. Glost. Now, my royal cousin, welcome to Lon don ! Welcome to all those honour'd dignities, Which, by your father's will, and by your birth, Tressel. More uncles! what means his highness? has Secur'd his kinsmen on the way.-Lord Rivers, Gray, On what pretence it boots not, there they are ; Enter LORD MAYOR and Two ALDERMEN. Lord M. Vouchsafe, most gracious sovereign, to The general homage of your royal city: P. Ed. I thank you, good my lord, and thank you Alas! my youth is yet unfit to govern, Therefore, the sword of justice is in abler hands; I perceive I love you, that though I know not yet Glost. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long. P. Ed. My lords, [Aside. I thought my mother, and my brother, York, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation? Glost. Where it shall seem best to your royal self. May I advise you, sir, some day or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower; Then, where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation. P. Ed. Why at the Tower? But, be it as you please. Buck. My lord, your brother's Grace of York. Enter DUKE and DUCHESS OF YORK. P. Ed. Richard of York! how fares our dearest brother? [Embracing. D. of York. Oh, my dear lord! So I must call you 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; 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: Glost. Indeed! I find, the brat is taught this les son. Who told thee this, my pretty, merry cousin? [Aside. 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! [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: He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. To meet, and bid you welcome, at the Tower. 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. [Exeunt 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! Enter CATESBY. Glost. So, Catesby, hast thou been tampering? What news? Catesby. My lord, according to the instruction given me, E |