Son. Then you conclude, my Grandam, he is dead: God will revenge it, whom I will importune Dutch. Peace, Children, peace; the King doth love you Incapable and fhallow Innocents, [well. You cannot guefs who caus'd your Father's Death. Dutch. Ah! that Deceit fhould steal fuch gentle Shape, 'And with a virtuous Vizard hide deep Vice. He is my Son, ay, and therein my Shame, Son. Think you my Uncle did diffemble, Grandam? Son. I cannot think it. Hark, what noife is this? Enter the Queen with her Hair about her Ears, Rivers and Dorfet after her. Queen. Ah! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep? Dutch. What means this Scene of rude Impatience? That our fwift-winged Souls may catch the King's,. To his new Kingdom of ne'er changing Night., I have bewept a worthy Husband's Death, And And liv'd with looking on his Images; To over-go thy Woes, and drown thy Cries. Son. Ah Aunt! you wept not for our Father's Death; How can we aid you with our Kindred Tears? Daugh, Our Fatherlefs diftress was left unmoan'd, You Widow dolour likewise be unwept. Queen. Give me no help in Lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth Complaints: Dorf. Comfort, dear Mother; God is much difpleas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing. In In common worldly Things 'tis call'd ungrateful, Rivers. Madam, bethink you like a careful Mother : Ratcliff. Glo. Sifter, have comfort, all of us have caufe I did not fee your Grace. Humbly on my Knee- Dutch. God bless thee, and put Meeknefs in thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, and true Duty. Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old Man, That is the butt end of a Mother's Bleffing; I marvel that her Grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-forrowing Peers, The broken rancor of your high-fwoln hates, My Lord of Buckingham? Buck. Marry, my Lord, left, by a Multitude, By how much the Estate is green, and yet ungovern'd Where Where every Horfe bears his commanding Rein, Glo. I hope the King made Peace with all of us, Riv. And fo in me, and fo, I think, in all, Which haply by much Company might be urg'd;. That it is meet fo few should fetch the Prince. Glo. Then be it fo, and go we to determine To give your Cenfures in this Bufinefs? [Exeunti [Manent Buckingham and Gloucefter.. Buck. My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince, For God's fake let not us two stay at home; For by the way, I'll fort occafion, As Index to the Story we lately talk'd of, To part the Queen's proud Kindred from the Prince. My Oracle, my Prophet, my dear Coufin, I, as a Child, will go by thy direction. Toward London then, for we'll not ftay behind. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter one Citizen at one Door, and another at the other. 1 Cit. Good morrow, Neighbour, whither away fo faft 2 Cit. I promise you I hardly know my self: Hear you the News abroad? 1 Cit. Yes, the King is dead. 2 Cit. Ill News by'r Lady, feldom comes the better : I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy World. Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed. 3 CitDoth the News hold of good King Edward's Death? 2 Cit. Ay, Sir, it is too true, God help the while. 3 Cit. Then Mafters look to fee a troublous World. 1 Cit. No, no, by God's good Grace, his Son fhall Reign. 3 Cit. Wo to that Land that's govern'd by a Child. 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of Government: Which in his Non-age, Counsel under him, And in his full and ripened Years, himself No doubt fhall then, and 'till then govern well. 1 Cit. So ftood the State when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine Months old, 3 Cit. Stood the State fo? No, no, good Friends, God wot; For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politick grave Counfel; then the King Had virtuous Uncles to protect his Grace. 1 Cit. Why fo hath this, both by his Father and Mother. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his Father; Or by his Father there were none at all : For Emulation, who fhall now be nearest, And the Queen's Sons, and Brothers, haught and proud: This fickly Land might folace as before. I Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst, all will be well. 3 Cit. When Clouds are feen, wife Men put on their Cloaks; When great Leaves fall, then Winter is at hand, When the Sun fets, who doth not look for Night? Untimely Storms make Men expect a Dearth: All may be well; but if God fort it so, Tis more than we deferve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly the Hearts of Men are full of fear: 3 Cit. Before the days of Change, ftill is it fo; |