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London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter ARCHBISHOP, young DUKE OF YORK, the QUEEN, and the DUCHESS.
Archbishop Last night, I hear, they lay at Stony Stratford,
And at Northampton they do rest tonight;
Tomorrow, or next day, they will be here.
Duchess I long with all my heart to see the prince.
I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
Elizabeth But I hear no. They say my son of York
Has almost overta'en him in his growth.
Duke of York Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
Duchess Why, my good cousin? It is good to grow.
Duke of York Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper,
My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow
More than my brother. "Ay" quoth my uncle Gloucester
"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.
Duchess 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.
Archbishop And so no doubt he is, my gracious madam.
Duchess I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
Duke of York Now, by my troth, if I had been remembered,
I could have given my uncle's grace a flout
To touch his growth nearer than he touched mine.
Duchess How, my young York? I prithee let me hear it.
Duke of York Marry, they say my 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.
Duchess I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this?
Duke of York Grandam, his nurse.
Duchess His nurse? Why she was dead ere thou wast born.
Duke of York If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
Elizabeth A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd.
Duchess Good madam, be not angry with the child.
Elizabeth Pitchers have ears.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Archbishop Here comes a messenger. What news?
Messenger Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report.
Elizabeth How doth the prince?
Messenger Well, madam, and in health.
Duchess What is thy news?
Messenger Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
And with them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Duchess Who hath committed them?
Messenger The mighty dukes
Gloucester and Buckingham.
Archbishop For what offence?
Messenger The sum of all I can I have disclosed.
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord.
Elizabeth Ay me! I see the ruin of my house:
The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Upon the innocent and aweless throne.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
Duchess Accursd 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 tossed
For me to joy and weep their gain and loss;
And being seated, and domestic broils
Clean overblown, themselves the conquerors
Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self against self. O preposterous
And frantic outrage, end thy damnd spleen,
Or let me die, to look on earth no more.
Elizabeth Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
Madam, farewell.
Duchess Stay, I will go with you.
Elizabeth You have no cause.
Archbishop 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
As well I tender you and all of yours.
Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
[Exeunt.