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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. I thought my Mother, and my Brother Yorke, Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.
[1535]
Fie, what a Slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell vs, whether they will come, or no. Enter Lord Hastings. Buck. And in good time, heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince. Welcome, my Lord: what, will our Mother come ? Hast. On what occasion God he knowes, not I;
[1540]
The Queene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke, Haue taken Sanctuarie: The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace, But by his Mother was perforce with‑held. Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peeuish course
[1545]
Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace Perswade the Queene, to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently? If she denie, Lord Hastings goe with him, And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce. Card.
[1550]
My Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke, Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties, God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge
[1555]
Of blessed Sanctuarie: not for all this Land, Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne. Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate, my Lord, Too ceremonious, and traditionall. Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age,
[1560]
You breake not Sanctuarie, in seizing him: The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those, whose dealings haue deseru'd the place, And those who haue the wit to clayme the place: This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deseru'd it,
[1565]
And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it. Then taking him from thence, that is not there, You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there: Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men, But Sanctuarie children, ne're till now. Card.
[1570]
My Lord, you shall o're‑rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you goe with me? Hast. I goe, my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings. Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedie hast you may. Say, Vnckle Glocester, if our Brother come,
[1575]
Where shall we soiourne, till our Coronation? Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe. If I may counsaile you, some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit
[1580]
For your best health, and recreation. Prince. I doe not like the Tower, of any place: Did Iulius Cæsar build that place, my Lord? Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which since, succeeding Ages haue re‑edify'd. Prince.
[1585]
Is it vpon record? or else reported Successiuely from age to age, he built it? Buck. Vpon record, my gracious Lord. Prince. But say, my Lord, it were not registred, Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,
[1590]
As 'twere retayl'd to all posteritie, Euen to the generall ending day. Glo. So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long. Prince. What say you, Vnckle?

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Glo. I say, without Characters, Fame liues long,
[1595]
Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie, I morallize two meanings in one word. Prince. That Iulius Cæsar was a famous man, With what his Valour did enrich his Wit, His Wit set downe, to make his Valour liue:
[1600]
Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror, For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life. Ile tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham. Buck. What, my gracious Lord? Prince. And if I liue vntill I be a man,
[1605]
Ile win our ancient Right in France againe, Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King. Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring. Enter young Yorke, Hastings, and Cardinall. Buck. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of Yorke. Prince. Richard of Yorke, how fares our Noble Bro­ ther? Yorke.
[1610]
Well, my deare Lord, so must I call you now. Prince. I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours: Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title, Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie. Glo. How fares our Cousin, Noble Lord of Yorke? Yorke.
[1615]
I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord, You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth: The Prince, my Brother, hath out‑growne me farre. Glo. He hath, my Lord. Yorke. And therefore is he idle? Glo.
[1620]
Oh my faire Cousin, I must not say so. Yorke. Then he is more beholding to you, then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne, But you haue power in me, as in a Kinsman. Yorke. I pray you, Vnckle, giue me this Dagger. Glo.
[1625]
My Dagger, little Cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A Begger, Brother ? Yorke. Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue, And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue. Glo. A greater gift then that, Ile giue my Cousin. Yorke.
[1630]
A greater gift? O, that's the Sword to it. Glo. I, gentle Cousin, were it light enough. Yorke. O then I see, you will part but with light gifts, In weightier things you'le say a Begger nay. Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare. Yorke.
[1635]
I weigh it lightly, were it heauier. Glo. What, would you haue my Weapon, little Lord? Yorke. I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you call me. Glo. How? Yorke. Little. Prince.
[1640]
My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke: Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him. Yorke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me: Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me, Because that I am little, like an Ape,
[1645]
He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons: To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle, He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe: So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull. Glo.
[1650]
My Lord, wilt please you passe along? My selfe, and my good Cousin Buckingham, Will to your Mother, to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Yorke. What,

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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 thought my Mother, and my Brother Yorke, Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.
[1535]
Fie, what a Slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell vs, whether they will come, or no. Enter Lord Hastings. Buck. And in good time, heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince. Welcome, my Lord: what, will our Mother come ? Hast. On what occasion God he knowes, not I;
[1540]
The Queene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke, Haue taken Sanctuarie: The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace, But by his Mother was perforce with‑held. Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peeuish course
[1545]
Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace Perswade the Queene, to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently? If she denie, Lord Hastings goe with him, And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce. Card.
[1550]
My Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke, Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties, God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge
[1555]
Of blessed Sanctuarie: not for all this Land, Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne. Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate, my Lord, Too ceremonious, and traditionall. Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age,
[1560]
You breake not Sanctuarie, in seizing him: The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those, whose dealings haue deseru'd the place, And those who haue the wit to clayme the place: This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deseru'd it,
[1565]
And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it. Then taking him from thence, that is not there, You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there: Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men, But Sanctuarie children, ne're till now. Card.
[1570]
My Lord, you shall o're‑rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you goe with me? Hast. I goe, my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings. Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedie hast you may. Say, Vnckle Glocester, if our Brother come,
[1575]
Where shall we soiourne, till our Coronation? Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe. If I may counsaile you, some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit
[1580]
For your best health, and recreation. Prince. I doe not like the Tower, of any place: Did Iulius Cæsar build that place, my Lord? Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which since, succeeding Ages haue re‑edify'd. Prince.
[1585]
Is it vpon record? or else reported Successiuely from age to age, he built it? Buck. Vpon record, my gracious Lord. Prince. But say, my Lord, it were not registred, Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,
[1590]
As 'twere retayl'd to all posteritie, Euen to the generall ending day. Glo. So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long. Prince. What say you, Vnckle? Glo. I say, without Characters, Fame liues long,
[1595]
Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie, I morallize two meanings in one word. Prince. That Iulius Cæsar was a famous man, With what his Valour did enrich his Wit, His Wit set downe, to make his Valour liue:
[1600]
Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror, For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life. Ile tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham. Buck. What, my gracious Lord? Prince. And if I liue vntill I be a man,
[1605]
Ile win our ancient Right in France againe, Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King. Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring. Enter young Yorke, Hastings, and Cardinall. Buck. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of Yorke. Prince. Richard of Yorke, how fares our Noble Bro­ ther? Yorke.
[1610]
Well, my deare Lord, so must I call you now. Prince. I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours: Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title, Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie. Glo. How fares our Cousin, Noble Lord of Yorke? Yorke.
[1615]
I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord, You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth: The Prince, my Brother, hath out‑growne me farre. Glo. He hath, my Lord. Yorke. And therefore is he idle? Glo.
[1620]
Oh my faire Cousin, I must not say so. Yorke. Then he is more beholding to you, then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne, But you haue power in me, as in a Kinsman. Yorke. I pray you, Vnckle, giue me this Dagger. Glo.
[1625]
My Dagger, little Cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A Begger, Brother ? Yorke. Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue, And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue. Glo. A greater gift then that, Ile giue my Cousin. Yorke.
[1630]
A greater gift? O, that's the Sword to it. Glo. I, gentle Cousin, were it light enough. Yorke. O then I see, you will part but with light gifts, In weightier things you'le say a Begger nay. Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare. Yorke.
[1635]
I weigh it lightly, were it heauier. Glo. What, would you haue my Weapon, little Lord? Yorke. I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you call me. Glo. How? Yorke. Little. Prince.
[1640]
My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke: Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him. Yorke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me: Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me, Because that I am little, like an Ape,
[1645]
He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders. Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons: To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle, He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe: So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull. Glo.
[1650]
My Lord, wilt please you passe along? My selfe, and my good Cousin Buckingham, Will to your Mother, to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Yorke. What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord? Prince.
[1655]
My Lord Protector will haue it so. Yorke. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, what should you feare ? Yorke. Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost: My Grandam told me he was murther'd there. Prince.
[1660]
I feare no Vnckles dead. Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope. Prince. And if they liue, I hope I need not feare. But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart, Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower. A Senet. Exeunt Prince, Yorke, Hastings, and Dorset. Manet Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby. Buck.
[1665]
Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subtile Mother, To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously? Glo. No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy, Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:
[1670]
Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe. Buck. Well, let them rest: Come hither Catesby, Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend, As closely to conceale what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.
[1675]
What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter, To make William Lord Hastings of our minde, For the installment of this Noble Duke In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile? Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,
[1680]
That he will not be wonne to ought against him. Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? Will not hee? Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more but this: Goe gentle Catesby, and as it were farre off,
[1685]
Sound thou Lord Hastings, How he doth stand affected to our purpose, And summon him to morrow to the Tower, To sit about the Coronation. If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,
[1690]
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling, Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke, And giue vs notice of his inclination: For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
[1695]
Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd. Rich. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby, His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle, And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
[1700]
Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more. Buck. Good Catesby, goe effect this businesse soundly. Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can. Rich. Shall we heare from you, Catesby, ere we sleepe? Cates. You shall, my Lord. Rich.
[1705]
At Crosby House, there shall you find vs both. Exit Catesby. Buck. Now, my Lord, What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots? Rich. Chop off his Head:
[1710]
Something wee will determine: And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest. Buck. Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand. Rich.
[1715]
And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse. Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards Wee may digest our complots in some forme. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="1519">Sweet Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeers</l>
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      <l n="1528">God keepe me from false Friends,</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
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      <l n="1552">Anon expect him here: but if she be obdurate</l>
      <l n="1553">To milde entreaties, God forbid</l>
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      <l n="1559">Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age,</l>
      <l n="1560">You breake not Sanctuarie, in seizing him:</l>
      <l n="1561">The benefit thereof is alwayes granted</l>
      <l n="1562">To those, whose dealings haue deseru'd the place,</l>
      <l n="1563">And those who haue the wit to clayme the place:</l>
      <l n="1564">This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deseru'd it,</l>
      <l n="1565">And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it.</l>
      <l n="1566">Then taking him from thence, that is not there,</l>
      <l n="1567">You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there:</l>
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      <l n="1572">I goe, my Lord.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1573">Good Lords, make all the speedie hast you may.</l>
      <l n="1574">Say, Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Glocester</hi>, if our Brother come,</l>
      <l n="1575">Where shall we soiourne, till our Coronation?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1576">Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe.</l>
      <l n="1577">If I may counsaile you, some day or two</l>
      <l n="1578">Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower:</l>
      <l n="1579">Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit</l>
      <l n="1580">For your best health, and recreation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1581">I doe not like the Tower, of any place:</l>
      <l n="1582">Did<hi rend="italic">Iulius Cæsar</hi>build that place, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1583">He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,</l>
      <l n="1584">Which since, succeeding Ages haue re‑edify'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1585">Is it vpon record? or else reported</l>
      <l n="1586">Successiuely from age to age, he built it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1587">Vpon record, my gracious Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1588">But say, my Lord, it were not registred,</l>
      <l n="1589">Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age,</l>
      <l n="1590">As 'twere retayl'd to all posteritie,</l>
      <l n="1591">Euen to the generall ending day.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1592">So wise, so young, they say doe neuer liue long.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1593">What say you, Vnckle?</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1594">I say, without Characters, Fame liues long,</l>
      <l n="1595">Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie,</l>
      <l n="1596">I morallize two meanings in one word.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1597">That<hi rend="italic">Iulius Cæsar</hi>was a famous man,</l>
      <l n="1598">With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,</l>
      <l n="1599">His Wit set downe, to make his Valour liue:</l>
      <l n="1600">Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror,</l>
      <l n="1601">For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life.</l>
      <l n="1602">Ile tell you what, my Cousin<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1603">What, my gracious Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1604">And if I liue vntill I be a man,</l>
      <l n="1605">Ile win our ancient Right in France againe,</l>
      <l n="1606">Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1607">Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter young Yorke, Hastings, and Cardinall.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1608">Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of
      <lb/>Yorke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1609">
         <hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>of Yorke, how fares our Noble Bro­
      <lb/>ther?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1610">Well, my deare Lord, so must I call you now.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1611">I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours:</l>
      <l n="1612">Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title,</l>
      <l n="1613">Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1614">How fares our Cousin, Noble Lord of Yorke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1615">I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1616">You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth:</l>
      <l n="1617">The Prince, my Brother, hath out‑growne me farre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1618">He hath, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1619">And therefore is he idle?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1620">Oh my faire Cousin, I must not say so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1621">Then he is more beholding to you, then I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1622">He may command me as my Soueraigne,</l>
      <l n="1623">But you haue power in me, as in a Kinsman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1624">I pray you, Vnckle, giue me this Dagger.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1625">My Dagger, little Cousin? with all my heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1626">A Begger, Brother<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1627">Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue,</l>
      <l n="1628">And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1629">A greater gift then that, Ile giue my Cousin.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1630">A greater gift? O, that's the Sword to it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1631">I, gentle Cousin, were it light enough.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1632">O then I see, you will part but with light gifts,</l>
      <l n="1633">In weightier things you'le say a Begger nay.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1634">It is too weightie for your Grace to weare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1635">I weigh it lightly, were it heauier.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1636">What, would you haue my Weapon, little Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1637">I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you
      <lb/>call me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1638">How?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1639">Little.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1640">My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke:</l>
      <l n="1641">Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1642">You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:</l>
      <l n="1643">Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me,</l>
      <l n="1644">Because that I am little, like an Ape,</l>
      <l n="1645">He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1646">With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons:</l>
      <l n="1647">To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle,</l>
      <l n="1648">He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe:</l>
      <l n="1649">So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1650">My Lord, wilt please you passe along?</l>
      <l n="1651">My selfe, and my good Cousin<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1652">Will to your Mother, to entreat of her</l>
      <l n="1653">To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0543-0.jpg" n="187"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1654">What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1655">My Lord Protector will haue it so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1656">I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1657">Why, what should you feare<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="1658">Marry, my Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>angry Ghost:</l>
      <l n="1659">My Grandam told me he was murther'd there.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1660">I feare no Vnckles dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1661">Nor none that liue, I hope.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-prn">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1662">And if they liue, I hope I need not feare.</l>
      <l n="1663">But come my Lord: and with a heauie heart,</l>
      <l n="1664">Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">A Senet. Exeunt Prince, Yorke, Hastings, and Dorset.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Manet Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1665">Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1666">Was not incensed by his subtile Mother,</l>
      <l n="1667">To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1668">No doubt, no doubt: Oh 'tis a perillous Boy,</l>
      <l n="1669">Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable:</l>
      <l n="1670">Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1671">Well, let them rest: Come hither<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1672">Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend,</l>
      <l n="1673">As closely to conceale what we impart:</l>
      <l n="1674">Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way.</l>
      <l n="1675">What think'st thou? is it not an easie matter,</l>
      <l n="1676">To make<hi rend="italic">William</hi>Lord<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>of our minde,</l>
      <l n="1677">For the installment of this Noble Duke</l>
      <l n="1678">In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1679">He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince,</l>
      <l n="1680">That he will not be wonne to ought against him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1681">What think'st thou then of<hi rend="italic">Stanley</hi>? Will
      <lb/>not hee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1682">Hee will doe all in all as<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>doth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1683">Well then, no more but this:</l>
      <l n="1684">Goe gentle<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, and as it were farre off,</l>
      <l n="1685">Sound thou Lord<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1686">How he doth stand affected to our purpose,</l>
      <l n="1687">And summon him to morrow to the Tower,</l>
      <l n="1688">To sit about the Coronation.</l>
      <l n="1689">If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs,</l>
      <l n="1690">Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:</l>
      <l n="1691">If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,</l>
      <l n="1692">Be thou so too, and so breake off the talke,</l>
      <l n="1693">And giue vs notice of his inclination:</l>
      <l n="1694">For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,</l>
      <l n="1695">Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1696">Commend me to Lord<hi rend="italic">William:</hi>tell him<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1697">His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries</l>
      <l n="1698">To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle,</l>
      <l n="1699">And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,</l>
      <l n="1700">Giue Mistresse<hi rend="italic">Shore</hi>one gentle Kisse the more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1701">Good<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, goe effect this businesse soundly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1702">My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1703">Shall we heare from you,<hi rend="italic">Catesby</hi>, ere we sleepe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-cat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cates.</speaker>
      <l n="1704">You shall, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1705">At<hi rend="italic">Crosby</hi>House, there shall you find vs both.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Catesby.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1706">Now, my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1707">What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue</l>
      <l n="1708">Lord<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>will not yeeld to our Complots?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1709">Chop off his Head:</l>
      <l n="1710">Something wee will determine:</l>
      <l n="1711">And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me</l>
      <l n="1712">The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables</l>
      <l n="1713">Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="1714">Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1715">And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse.</l>
      <l n="1716">Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards</l>
      <l n="1717">Wee may digest our complots in some forme.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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