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Have taken sanctuary: the tender prince

Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,

But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Buck.

Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
Is this of hers!-Lord cardinal, will your grace
Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?

If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

Card. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,

Anon expect him here; but if she be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the holy privilege

Of blesséd sanctuary! not for all this land
Would I be guilty of so great a sin.

Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,

Too ceremonious and traditional :

Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted

To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place :
This prince hath neither claim'd it nor deserv'd it;
Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it :
Then, taking him from thence that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.

Oft have I heard of sanctuary-men;

But sanctuary-children ne'er till now.

Card.

My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once.—

Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
I go, my lord.

Hast.
Prince.

Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS.

Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

Glo.

Where it seems best unto your royal self.

If I may counsel you, 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.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place.—

Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord?

Buck. He did, my lord, begin that place; which since, Succeeding ages have re-edified.

Prince. Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?

Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd, Methinks the truth should live from age to age,

As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,

Even to the general all-ending day.

Glo. [Aside.] So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.

Prince. What say you, uncle?

Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long.— [Aside.] Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity,

I moralize two meanings in one word.

Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man ;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live:
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.-
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,-
Buck. What, my gracious lord?

Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.

Glo. [Aside.] Short summers likely have a forward spring.
Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.

Enter YORK, with the CARDINAL and HASTINGS.

Prince.

Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

Glo.

How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

He hath, my lord.

And therefore is he idle?

Glo.
York.
Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
York. Then is he more beholding to you than I.
Glo. He may command me as my sovereign;
But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
York. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.
Prince.
A beggar, brother?

York.

Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
And but a toy, which is no grief to give.

Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it.
Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
York. O, then, I see you'll part but with light gifts;
In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.

Glo.

It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.

Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord? York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glo. How?

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Prince. My Lord of York will still be cross in talk :— Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

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.
Buck. [Aside to HASTINGS.] With what a sharp-provided

wit he reasons!

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

So cunning and so young is wonderful.

Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along? Myself and my good cousin Buckingham

Will to your mother, to entreat of her

To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

York.

Prince.

What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
My lord protector needs will have it so.
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
Glo. Why, what should you fear?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: My grandam told me he was murder'd there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Glo.
Prince.

Nor none that live, I hope.

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

But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart,

Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

[Sennet. Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, Cardinal, and others; also the Lord Mayor and his Train. Think you, my lord, this little prating York

Buck.

Was not incenséd by his subtle mother

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy,

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable :

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

Buck. Well, let them rest.—Come, Catesby. Thou art sworn

As deeply to effect what we intend

As closely to conceal what we impart :

Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;—

What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter

To make William Lord Hastings of our mind,

For the instalment of this noble duke

In the seat royal of this famous isle?

Cates. He for his father's sake so loves the prince,

That he will not be won to aught against him.

Buck. What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? will not he?

Cates.

He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Buck. Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby,

And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings,

How he doth stand affected to our purpose;

And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,

To sit about the coronation.

If thou dost find him tractable to us,

Encourage him, and show him all our reasons:
If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling,

Be thou so too; and so break off your talk,
And give us notice of his inclination :
For we to-morrow hold divided councils,

Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,

His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
Cates. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
Glo. Shall we hear from you ere we sleep?

Cates.

You shall.

Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both.

Buck.

[Exit CATESBY.

My lord, what shall we do, if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?

Glo. Chop off his head, man ;—somewhat we will do ;And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me

Th' earldom of Hereford, and the movables

Whereof the king my brother stood possess'd.

Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards

We may digest our complots in some form.

SCENE III.—Before Lord Hastings' House.

Enter a Messenger.

[Exeunt.

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Hast.

Mess.

Enter HASTINGS.

Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?
So it appears by that I have to say.

First, he commends him to your noble self.

Hast.

Mess.

What then?

Then certifies your lordship, that this night
He dreamt the boar had razéd off his helm:
Besides, he says there are two councils held ;
And that may be determin'd at the one

Which may make you and him to rue at th' other.

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