Gio. 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' Glo. He did, my gracious 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. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long Prince. What say you, uncle? [Aside Glo. I say, without charácters, fame lives long Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. } Aside. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. [Aside. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York. 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? And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden 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, then, 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, being 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 weighty 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? York. Little. 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:- He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulder3 Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass along; To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. York, What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. 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. [Exeunt Prince, YORK, HAST. Card. and Attendants Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn As closely to conceal what we impart : Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;- Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will not he? Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle Catesby, If thou dost find him tractable to us, Be thou so too; and so break off the talk, For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, Catesby, Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly. Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. Glo. Chop off his head, man ;-somewhat we will do: And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Before Lord Hastings' house. Enter a Messenger. $ Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then, Mess. And then he sends you word, he dream* |