me, dear coufin, my thoughts' fovereign : ay hath made you melancholy.

- uncle; but our croffes on the way tedious, wearifome, and heavy : uncles here to welcome me.

prince, the untainted virtue of your years div'd into the world's deceit :

you diftinguish of a man,

utward show; which, God he knows, ever, jumpeth with the heart.

which you want, were dangerous; tended to their fugar'd words,

t on the poison of their hearts:

from them, and from fuch false friends! keep me from false friends! but they were

rd, the mayor of London comes to greet

er the Lord Mayor, and his Train.

less your grace with health and happy days!

Prince.

Prince. I thank you, good my lord;-and thank you [Exeunt Mayor, &c.

all.

I thought, my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way :-
Fie, what a flug is Hastings! that he comes not
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

Enter HASTINGS.

Buck. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come?

Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I,
The queen your mother, and your brother York,
Have taken fanctuary: 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
Perfuade the queen to fend the duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?

If the 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 blessed fanctuary! not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of fo deep a fin.

Buck. You are too fenfelefs-obftinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditional :

Weigh it but with the groffness of this age,
You break not fanctuary in feizing him.

▪rd Haftings, will you go with me? , my lord.

ood lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS.

Glofter, if our brother come,

we fojourn till our coronation?

e it seems beft unto your royal felf.
nfel you, fome day, or two,

fs fhall repofe you at the Tower:
you please, and shall be thought most fit
t health and recreation.

o not like the Tower, of any place:-
æfar build that place, my lord?
d, my gracious lord, begin that place;
=, fucceeding ages have re-edify'd.
it upon record? or else reported
rom age to age, he built it?

n record, my gracious lord.

t say, my lord, it were not register'd; e truth fhould live from age to age,

ail'd to all posterity,

general all-ending day.

se so young, they fay, do ne'er live long.

[Afide.

Prince.

Prince. What fay you, uncle?

Glo. I fay, without charácters, fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,

I moralize two meanings in one word.

Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit fet 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 coufin 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 foldier, as I liv'd a king.

[Afide.

Clo. Short fummers lightly have a forward spring.

[Afide.

Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal.

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; fo muft 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 loft much majesty.

Glo. How fares our coufin, noble lord of York?
York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
You faid, that idle weeds are faft in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
Glo. He hath, my lord.

York.
And therefore is he idle?
Glo. O, my fair coufin, I muft not say so.
York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I.

I fee, you'll part but with light gifts; gs you'll fay a beggar, nay.

weighty for your grace to wear. Et lightly, were it heavier.

-uld you have my weapon, little lord? that I might thank you as you call me.

d of York will still be cross in talk ;— e knows how to bear with him.

n, to bear me, not to bear with me:er mocks both you and me;

little, like an ape,

ou should bear me on your shoulders. nat a fharp-provided wit he reafons ! corn he gives his uncle,

ptly taunts himfelf:

fo young, is wonderful.

ous lord, will't please you pass along? good coufin Buckingham,

#her; to entreat of her,

he Tower, and welcome you.

ill you go unto the Tower, my lord? d protector needs will have it fo.

York.