Arch.
Last Night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford,
And at Northampton they do rest to Night:
To morrow or next day they will be here.

Dutch.
I long with all my Heart to see the Prince;
I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

Queen.
But I hear no, they say my Son of York
Has almost overtaken him in his growth.

York.
Ay, Mother, but I would not have it so.

Dutch.
Why, my good Cousin, it is good to grow.

York.
Grandam, 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 Glo'ster,
Small Herbs have Grace, great Weeds do grow apace.
And since, methinks I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet Flowers are slow, and Weeds make haste.

Dutch.
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 his Rule were true, he should be gracious.

York.
And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam.

Dutch.
I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt.

York.
Now by my troth, if I had been remembred,
I could have given my Uncle's Grace a flout
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.

Dutch.
How, my young York,
I prithee let me hear it.

York.
Marry, they say, my Uncle grew so fast,
That he could gnaw a Crust at two hours old;
'Twas full two years e'er I could get a Tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting Jest.

Dutch.
I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this?

York.
Grandam, his Nurse.

Dutch.
His Nurse! why she was dead e'er thou wast born.

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

Queen.
A parlous Boy—Go to, you are too shrewd.

Dutch.
Good Madam, be not angry with a Child.

Queen.
Pitchers have Ears. Enter a Messenger.

Arch.
Here comes a Messenger: What News?

Mes.
Such News, my Lord, as grieves me to report.

Queen.
How doth the Prince?

Mes.
Well, Madam, and in Health.

Dutch.
What is thy News?

Mes.
Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey,
Are sent to Pomfret, and with them
Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners.

Dutch.
Who hath committed them?

Mes.
The mighty Dukes, Glo'ster and Buckingham.

Arch.
For what Offence?

Mes.
The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd:
Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lord.

Queen.
Ah me! I see the ruin of my House;
The Tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hind.
Insulting Tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and awless Throne;
Welcome Destruction, Blood and Massacre,
I see, as in a Map, the end of all.

Dutch.
Accursed and unquiet wrangling Days,
How many of you have mine Eyes beheld;
My Husband lost his Life to get the Crown,
And often up and down my Sons were tost,
For me to joy and weep, their gain and loss.
And being seated, and Domestick broils
Clean over blown, themselves, the Conquerors,
Make War upon themselves, Brother to Brother,
Blood to Blood, self against self: O prepost'rous
And frantick Outrage! end thy damned Spleen,
Or let me die, to look on Earth no more.

Queen.
Come, come, my Boy, we will to Sanctuary.
Madam, farewel.

Dutch.
Stay, I will go with you.

Queen.
You have no cause.

Arch.
My gracious Lady, go,
And thither bear your Treasure and your Goods,
For my part, I'll resign unto your Grace
The Seal I keep, and so betide it me,
As well I tender you, and all of yours.
Go, I'll conduct you to the Sanctuary. [Exeunt.

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