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No more can you distinguish of a Man,
Than of his outward Thew, which, God he knows,
Seldom or never jumpeth with the Heart.
Those Uncles which you want were dangerous :
Your Grace attended to their suger'd Words,
But look'd not on the poison of their Hearts:
God keep you from them, and from such false Friends,

Prince. God keep me from false Friends,
But they were none.
Glo. My Lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you.

Enter Lord Mayor. Mayor. God bless your Grace with Health and Happy Days. Prince. I thank you, good my Lord, and thank ,


all: I thought my Mother, and my Brother Tork, Would long e'er this have met us on the way. Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come or no.

Enter Lord Hastings.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating Lord.
Prince. Welcome, my Lord; what, will our Mother come?

Hast. On what Occasion God he knows, not 1,
The Queen your Mother, and your Brother Tork,
Have taken San&uary; the tender Prince
Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace,
But by his Mother was perforce with-held,

Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peevith course
Is this of hers? Lord Cardinal, will your Grace
Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his Princely Brother presently?
If she deny, Lord Hastings, you go with him,
And from her jealous Arms pluck him perforce.

Arch. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak Oratory
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
Anon expe&t him here; but if she be obdurate
To mild Entreaties, God forbid
We should infringe the holy Privilege
of blessed Sanctuary; not for all this Land
Would I be guilty of so great Sin.

Buck. You are too senfelels obstinate, my Lord,
Tco ceremonious and traditional,

Weigh it but with the grossness of this Age,
You break not Sanctuary, in seizing him;
The bencfit thereof is always granted
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the Place,
And those who have the wit to claim the Place :
This Prince hath never claim'd it, nor defcrv'd it,
Thereforc, in mine Opinion, cannot have it.
Then taking him from thence that is not there,
You break no Privilege nor Charter there:
Oft bave I heard of Sin&uary Men,
But Sanctuary Children, ne'er 'till now.

Arch. My Lord, you shall o’er-rule my Mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?

Haft. I go, my Lord. [Exeunt Archbishop and Hastingsa

Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
Say, Uncle Gloster, if our Brother come,
Where shall we sojourn 'till our Coronation?

Glo. Where it seems best unto your Royal self.
If I may counsel yor, some day or two
Your Highness Mall repose you at the Tower:
Then where you pleafe, and shall be thought most fit
For your best Health and Recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower of any Place;

Did Julius Cæsar build that Place, my Lord?

Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that Place,
Which since, fucceeding Ages have re-edify’d.

Prince. Is it upon Record? or else reported Successively from Age to Age he built it?

Buck. Upon Record, my gracious Lord.

Prince. But say, my Lord, it were not Registred,
Müthinks the Truth should live from Age to Ages
As 'cwere retail'd to all Pofterity
Iven to the general ending Day.'

Glo. So wise, so young, they say do never live long.
Prince. What say you, Uncle?
Glo. I say, without Characters Fame lives long.
Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, [Aside.
I moralize two meanings in one Word.

Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous Min;
With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,
His Wie let down, to make his Valour live:


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Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror.
For now he lives in Fame, though not in Life.
I'll tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham.

Buck. What, my gracious Lord?

Prince. And if I live until I be a Man,
I'll win our ancient Right in France again,
Or die a Soldier, as I liv'd a King.
Glo. Short Summers lightly have a forward Spring.

Enter York, Hastings, and Archbislop.
Buck. Now in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
Prince. Richard of York, how fares our Noble Brother?
York. Well, my dear Lord, so must I call you now.

Prince. Ay, Brother, to our Grief as it is yours ;
Too late he dy'd that might have kept that Title,
Which by his Death hath lost much Majesty.

Glo. Haw fares our Coufir, Noble Lord of York?

Tork. I thank you, gentle Uncle. O my Lord,
You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth:
The Prince my Brother hath outgrown me far.

Glo. He hath, my Lord.
Tork. And therefore is he idle?
Glo. Oh my fair Cousin I.must not say so.

York. Then he is more beholden to you than I.

Glo. He may command me as my Sovereign,
But you have power in me, as in a Kinsman.

Tork. I pray you, Uncle, give me this Dagger.
Glo. My Dagger, little Cousin? with all my Heart.
Prince. A Beggar, Brother?

York. Of my kind Uncle, that I know will give,
And being a Toy i« is no grief to give.

Glo. A greater Gift than that I'll give my Coufin.
York. A greater Gift? O, that's the Sword to it.
Glo. Ay, gentle Cousin, were it light enough.

York. O then I see you will part but with light Gift,
In weightier things you'll say a Beggar Nay.

Glo. It is too weighty for your Grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly were it heavier.
Glo. What, would you have my Weapon, little Lord?
Tork. I would, that I might thank you, as you call me.
Glo. How ?
Tork. Little.

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Prince. My Lord of York will ever be cross in talk:
Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him.

York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me:
Uncle, my Brother mocks both you and me,
Because that I am little, like an Ape,
He thinks that you should bear me on your Shoulders.

Buck. With what a sharp provided Wit he reasons:
To mitigate the Scorn he gives his Uncle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himself;
So cunning, and to young, is wonderful.

Glo. My Lord, wilt please you pass along?
My self, and my good Cousin Buckingham,
Will to your Mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.

York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Lord?
Prince. My Lord Protector will have it fo.
Tork. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
Glo. Why, what thould you fear?

York. Marry, my Uncle Clarence angry Ghost :
My Grandam told me, he was murther'd there.

Prince. I fear no Uncles dead.
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. And if I live, I hope I need not fear.
But come, my Lord, and with a heavy Heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings and Dorfer.
Manent Gloucester, Buckingham and Catesby.
Buck. Think you, my Lord, this little prating Tork
Was not incensed by his subtle Mother,
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriouly?

Glo. No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'uis a parlou oy,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He is all the Mother's, from the top to toe.

Buck. Well, let them rest: Come hither, Caresby,
Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend,
As closely to conceal what we impart:
Thou know'st our Reasons urg'd upon the Way,
What think'st thou? is it not an eafie Matter
To make William Lord Hastings of our Mind,
For the loftalment of this Noble Duke,
In the seat Royal of this famous !N: 3

Cates. He for his Father's fake fo loves the Prince, That he will not be won to ought against him.

Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not hc?
Cates. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

Buck. Well then, no more but this:
Go, gentle Catesby, and as it were far off
Sound thou Lord Hastings,
How he doth stand affe&ed to our Purpose,
And summon him to Morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the Coronation.
If thou doft find him tractable to us,
Encourage him, and tell him all our Reasons:
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
Be thou so too, and fo break off the

And give us notice of his Inclination:
For we to Morrow hold divided Councils,
Wherein thy self shalt highly be employ’d.

Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Adversaries
To morrow are let Blood at Pomfret Castle,
And bid my Lord, for joy of this good News,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle Kiss the more.

Buck. Good Catesby, go, effe& this Business soundly.
Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, e'er we sleep?
Cates. You shall, my Lord.
Glo. At Crosby House there you shall find us both.
Buck. Now, my Lord,

[Exit Catesby.
What shall we do, if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our Complots?

Glo. Chop off his Head:
Something we will determine:
And look when I am King, claim thou of me
The Earldom of Hereford, and all the Moveables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was poffeft.

Buck. I'll claim that promise at your Grace's Hand.

Glo. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our Complots in some form. [Exeunt.


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