the Queen, and the Dutchess of York.

Arc.
Last night,14Q0876 I hear ^note, they rested at ^note Northampton;
At Stony-stratford they ^note do lye to ^note-night:
To-morrow, or next day, they will be ^note here.

Dut.
I long with all my heart to see the prince;
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.

Que.
But I hear, no; they say, my son of York
Hath ^note almost ^note over-ta'en him in his growth ^note.

Yor.
Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.

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

Yor.
Grandam, one night as we did fit ^note at supper,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster,
Small herbs 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.

Dut.
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, ^note he should be gracious.

Arc.
And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. ^note

Dut.
I hope, he is; but ^note yet let mothers doubt.

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

Dut.
How, my young York? I pr'ythee ^note, let me hear it.

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

Dut.
I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? ^note

Yor.
Grandam, his nurse.

Dut.
His nurse! ^note why, she was dead ere thou wast born.

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

Que.
A parlous boy:—Go to, you are ^note too shrewd.

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

Que.
Pitchers have ears. Enter a Messenger. ^note

Arc.
Here comes ^note a messenger.—
What news?

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

Que.
How doth the ^note prince?

Mes.
Well, madam, and in health.

Dut.
What is thy news? ^note

Mes.
Lord Rivers, and lord Grey,
Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners; and ^note, with them,
Sir Thomas Vaughan. ^note

Dut.
Who hath committed them?

Mes.
The mighty dukes, Gloster, and Buckingham.

Arc.
For what offence?

Mes.
The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Why, or for ^note what, the nobles ^note were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord. ^note

Que.
Ay me, I see the ruin of my house ^note!
The tyger now hath seiz'd ^note the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jut ^note
Upon the innocent and awless ^note throne:—
Welcome, destruction, blood, and ^note massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Dut.
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 toss'd,

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

Que.
Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.—
Madam, farewel. ^note

Dut.
Stay, I will go with ^note you.

Que.
You have no cause.

Arc.
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 to me ^note,
As well I tender you, and all of yours!
Come, I'll ^note conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt.

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