You break not sanctuary in seizing him. To those whose dealings have deserved the place, But sanctuary children ne'er till now. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may. [Exeunt Cardinal and HASTINGS. 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 you, some day or two Your highness shall repose you at the Tower : Then where you please 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, succeeding ages have re-edified. Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not registered, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. [Aside.] So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Prince. What say you, uncle? Glo. I say, without charácters fame lives long. [Aside] Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralise two meanings in one word. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his valour live : Death makes no conquest of this 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. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier, as I lived a king. Glo. [Aside.] Short summers lightly have a forward spring. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York. Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother,—to our grief, as it is yours Too late he died that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York? York. 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. York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; Being but a toy, which is no grief to give. Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. 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'll part but with light gifts; In weightier things you 'll say a beggar nay. York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Glo. How? York. Little. Prince. My Lord of York will still 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 Buck. [Aside to HASTINGS.] With what a sharpprovided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Glo. My lord, will 't please you pass along! To meet you at the Tower and welcome you. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: My grandam told me he was murdered there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead. Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live, I hope I need not fear, But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [A Sennet. Exeunt all but GLOSTER, BUCK- Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Buck. Well, let them rest.-Come hither, Catesby. Thou 'rt sworn as deep to effect what we intend Thou know'st our reasons urged upon the way; In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'st thou, then, of Stanley? will not he? Cate. 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, And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, If thou dost find him tractable to us, Be thou so too; and so break off your talk, For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed. Glo. Commend me to Lord William: tell him, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. |