Arch.
Last night, I hear ^note, they lay at Northampton ^note;
At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night:
To-morrow, or next day, they will ^note be here.

Duch.
I long with all my heart to see the prince:
I hope he is much grown since last I ^note saw him.

Q. Eliz.
But I hear, no ^note; they say my son of York
Hath ^note almost ^note overta'en him in his ^note growth.

York.
Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.

Duch.
Why, my young ^note cousin, ^note it is good to grow.

York.
Grandam ^note, one night, as we did sit at supper,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother: ‘Ay,’ quoth my uncle Gloucester ^note,
‘Small herbs ^note have grace, great weeds do ^note grow apace:’
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Duch.
Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
In him that did object the same to thee:

He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,
So long a-growing and so leisurely,
That, if this rule were true ^note, he should be gracious.

Arch. ^note
Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is ^note.

Duch.
I hope so too ^note; but yet let mothers doubt.

York.
Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd,
I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,
To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine. ^{note note}

Duch.
How, my pretty ^note York? I pray thee ^note, let me hear it.

York.
Marry, they ^note say my ^note uncle grew so fast ^note
That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ^note:
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam ^note, this would have been a biting ^note jest.

Duch.
I pray thee ^note, pretty York, who told thee this ^note?

York.
Grandam ^note, his nurse.

Duch.
His nurse ^note! why, she was dead ere thou wert ^note born.

York.
If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

Q. Eliz.
A parlous ^note boy: go to ^note, you are ^note too shrewd.

Arch. ^note
Good madam, be not angry with the ^note child.

Q. Eliz.
Pitchers have ^note ears. Enter a Messenger. ^note

Arch.
Here comes a messenger. What news? ^{note note}

Mess. ^note
Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold ^note.

Q. Eliz.
How fares ^note the prince?

Mess.
Well, madam, and in health.

Duch.
What is thy news then? ^note

Mess.
Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners ^{note note}.

Duch.
Who hath committed them?

Mess.
The mighty dukes
Gloucester ^note and Buckingham. ^note

Q. Eliz. ^note
For what offence?

Mess.
The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
Why or for what ^note these ^note nobles were committed
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady ^note.

Q. Eliz.
Ay ^note me, I see the downfall ^note of our ^note house!
The tiger now hath seized ^note the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jet ^note
Upon the innocent and aweless ^note throne:
Welcome, destruction, death ^note, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch.
Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
And often ^note up and down my sons were toss'd,

For me to joy and weep their ^note gain and loss:
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean over-blown, themselves ^note, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,
Self ^note against self: O, preposterous ^note
And frantic outrage ^note, end thy ^note damned spleen;
Or let me die, to look on death ^note no more!

Q. Eliz.
Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
Madam, farewell ^note.

Duch.
I'll go along ^note with you. ^note

Q. Eliz.
You have no cause.

Arch.
My gracious lady, go;
And thither ^note bear ^note your treasure and your goods.
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
The seal I keep: and so betide to me ^note
As well I tender you and all of yours!
Come ^note, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt.

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