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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. Pursuing danger: as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme:
[1430]
But leaue it all to God. Whither away?
2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices. 3 And so was I: Ile beare you company. Exeunt.
Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Arch‑bishop, yong Yorke, the Queene, and the Dutchesse. Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford, And at Northampton they do rest to night:
[1435]
To morrow, or next day, they will be heere.
Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince: I hope he is much growne since last I saw him. Qu. But I heare no, they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth. Yorke.
[1440]
I Mother, but I would not haue it so.
Dut. Why my good Cosin, it is good to grow. Yor. Grandam, one night as we did sit at Supper, My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Glouster,
[1445]
Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace. And since, me thinkes I would not grow so fast, Because sweet Flowres are slow, and Weeds make hast.
Dut. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee.
[1450]
He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong, So long a growing, and so leysurely, That if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
Yor. And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam. Dut. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt. Yor.
[1455]
Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred, I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout, To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine.
Dut. How my yong Yorke, I prythee let me heare it. Yor.
[1460]
Marry (they say) my Vnkle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old, 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Iest.
Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this? Yor.
[1465]
Grandam, his Nursse.
Dut. His Nurse? why she was dead, ere y u wast borne. Yor. lf 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Qu. A parlous Boy: go too, you are too shrew'd. Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe. Qu.
[1470]
Pitchers haue eares.
Enter Messenger. Arch. Heere comes a Messenger: What Newes? Mes. Such newes my Lord, as greeues me to report, Qu. How doth the Prince? Mes. Well Madam, and in health. Dut.
[1475]
What is thy Newes ?
Mess. Lord Riuers, and Lord Grey, Are sent to Pomfret, and with them, Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners. Dut. Who hath committed them? Mes.
[1480]
The Mighty Dukes, Glouster and Buckingham.

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Arch. For what offence? Mes. The summe of all I can, I haue disclos'd: Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed, Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord. Qu.
[1485]
Aye me! I see the ruine of my House: The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde, Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne: Welcome Destruction, Blood, and Massacre,
[1490]
I see (as in a Map) the end of all.
Dut. Accursed, and vnquiet wrangling dayes, How many of you haue mine eyes beheld? My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne, And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost
[1495]
For me to ioy, and weepe, their gaine and losse. And being seated, and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer‑blowne, themselues the Conquerors, Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother; Blood to blood, selfe against selfe: O prepostorous
[1500]
And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene, Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.
Qu. Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary. Madam, farwell. Dut. Stay, I will go with you. Qu.
[1505]
You haue no cause.
Arch. My gracious Lady go, And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes, For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe, and so betide to me,
[1510]
As well I tender you, and all of yours. Go, Ile conduct you to the Sanctuary.
Exeunt
Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] The Trumpets sound. Enter yong Prince, the Dukes of Glocester, and Buckingham, Lord Cardinall, with others. Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London, To your Chamber. Rich. Welcome deere Cosin, my thoughts Soueraign
[1515]
The wearie way hath made you Melancholly.
Prin. No Vnkle, but our crosses on the way, Haue made it tedious, wearisome, and heauie. I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me. Rich. Sweet Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeers
[1520]
Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit: No more can you distinguish of a man, Then of his outward shew, which God he knowes, Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart. Those Vnkles which you want, were dangerous:
[1525]
Your Grace attended to their Sugred words, But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts: God keepe you from them, and from such false Friends.
Prin. God keepe me from false Friends, But they were none. Rich.
[1530]
My lord, the Maior of London comes to greet you.
Enter Lord Maior. Lo. Maior. God blesse your Grace, with health and happie dayes. Prin. I thanke you, good my Lord, and thank you all: I

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Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Arch‑bishop, yong Yorke, the Queene, and the Dutchesse. Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford, And at Northampton they do rest to night:
[1435]
To morrow, or next day, they will be heere.
Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince: I hope he is much growne since last I saw him. Qu. But I heare no, they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth. Yorke.
[1440]
I Mother, but I would not haue it so.
Dut. Why my good Cosin, it is good to grow. Yor. Grandam, one night as we did sit at Supper, My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Glouster,
[1445]
Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace. And since, me thinkes I would not grow so fast, Because sweet Flowres are slow, and Weeds make hast.
Dut. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee.
[1450]
He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong, So long a growing, and so leysurely, That if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
Yor. And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam. Dut. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt. Yor.
[1455]
Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred, I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout, To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine.
Dut. How my yong Yorke, I prythee let me heare it. Yor.
[1460]
Marry (they say) my Vnkle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old, 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Iest.
Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this? Yor.
[1465]
Grandam, his Nursse.
Dut. His Nurse? why she was dead, ere y u wast borne. Yor. lf 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Qu. A parlous Boy: go too, you are too shrew'd. Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe. Qu.
[1470]
Pitchers haue eares.
Enter Messenger. Arch. Heere comes a Messenger: What Newes? Mes. Such newes my Lord, as greeues me to report, Qu. How doth the Prince? Mes. Well Madam, and in health. Dut.
[1475]
What is thy Newes ?
Mess. Lord Riuers, and Lord Grey, Are sent to Pomfret, and with them, Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoners. Dut. Who hath committed them? Mes.
[1480]
The Mighty Dukes, Glouster and Buckingham.
Arch. For what offence? Mes. The summe of all I can, I haue disclos'd: Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed, Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord. Qu.
[1485]
Aye me! I see the ruine of my House: The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde, Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne: Welcome Destruction, Blood, and Massacre,
[1490]
I see (as in a Map) the end of all.
Dut. Accursed, and vnquiet wrangling dayes, How many of you haue mine eyes beheld? My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne, And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost
[1495]
For me to ioy, and weepe, their gaine and losse. And being seated, and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer‑blowne, themselues the Conquerors, Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother; Blood to blood, selfe against selfe: O prepostorous
[1500]
And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene, Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.
Qu. Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary. Madam, farwell. Dut. Stay, I will go with you. Qu.
[1505]
You haue no cause.
Arch. My gracious Lady go, And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes, For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe, and so betide to me,
[1510]
As well I tender you, and all of yours. Go, Ile conduct you to the Sanctuary.
Exeunt
 

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      <l n="1470">Pitchers haue eares.</l>
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      <l n="1491">Accursed, and vnquiet wrangling dayes,</l>
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      <l n="1493">My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="1494">And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost</l>
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      <l n="1497">Cleane ouer‑blowne, themselues the Conquerors,</l>
      <l n="1498">Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother;</l>
      <l n="1499">Blood to blood, selfe against selfe: O prepostorous</l>
      <l n="1500">And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene,</l>
      <l n="1501">Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.</l>
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      <l n="1502">Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary.</l>
      <l n="1503">Madam, farwell.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="1504">Stay, I will go with you.</l>
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      <l n="1505">You haue no cause.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Arch.</speaker>
      <l n="1506">My gracious Lady go,</l>
      <l n="1507">And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes,</l>
      <l n="1508">For my part, Ile resigne vnto your Grace</l>
      <l n="1509">The Seale I keepe, and so betide to me,</l>
      <l n="1510">As well I tender you, and all of yours.</l>
      <l n="1511">Go, Ile conduct you to the Sanctuary.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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