King Richard III - 3

So do not I. Go, coward as thou art.
Well, I’ll go hide the body in some hole
Till that the Duke give order for his burial.
And when I have my meed, I will away,
For this will out, and then I must not stay.
[_Exit._]


ACT II
SCENE I. London. A Room in the palace

Enter King Edward, sick, Queen Elizabeth, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings,
Buckingham, Grey and others.
KING EDWARD.
Why, so. Now have I done a good day’s work.
You peers, continue this united league.
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence;
And more at peace my soul shall part to heaven
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers and Hastings, take each other’s hand;
Dissemble not your hatred. Swear your love.
RIVERS.
By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate,
And with my hand I seal my true heart’s love.
HASTINGS.
So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.
KING EDWARD.
Take heed you dally not before your King,
Lest He that is the supreme King of kings
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other’s end.
HASTINGS.
So prosper I, as I swear perfect love.
RIVERS.
And I, as I love Hastings with my heart.
KING EDWARD.
Madam, yourself is not exempt from this;
Nor you, son Dorset; Buckingham, nor you.
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand,
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
There, Hastings, I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine.
KING EDWARD.
Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord Marquess.
DORSET.
This interchange of love, I here protest,
Upon my part shall be inviolable.
HASTINGS.
And so swear I.
[_They embrace._]
KING EDWARD.
Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
With thy embracements to my wife’s allies,
And make me happy in your unity.
BUCKINGHAM.
Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your Grace, but with all duteous love
Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love.
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile
Be he unto me: this do I beg of God,
When I am cold in love to you or yours.
[_Embrace._]
KING EDWARD.
A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.
BUCKINGHAM.
And in good time,
Here comes Sir Ratcliffe and the Duke.
Enter Ratcliffe and Richard.
RICHARD.
Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen;
And, princely peers, a happy time of day.
KING EDWARD.
Happy indeed, as we have spent the day.
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity,
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
RICHARD.
A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord,
Among this princely heap, if any here
By false intelligence or wrong surmise
Hold me a foe,
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace.
’Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men’s love.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
Of you and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorset,
That all without desert have frowned on me;
Of you, Lord Woodville and Lord Scales;—of you,
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive
With whom my soul is any jot at odds
More than the infant that is born tonight.
I thank my God for my humility.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
A holy day shall this be kept hereafter.
I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your Highness
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
RICHARD.
Why, madam, have I offered love for this,
To be so flouted in this royal presence?
Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead?
[_They all start._]
You do him injury to scorn his corse.
KING EDWARD.
Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is?
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
BUCKINGHAM.
Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?
DORSET.
Ay, my good lord, and no man in the presence
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
KING EDWARD.
Is Clarence dead? The order was reversed.
RICHARD.
But he, poor man, by your first order died,
And that a winged Mercury did bear;
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lag to see him buried.
God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!
Enter Stanley Earl of Derby.
STANLEY.
A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
KING EDWARD.
I prithee, peace. My soul is full of sorrow.
STANLEY.
I will not rise unless your Highness hear me.
KING EDWARD.
Then say at once what is it thou requests.
STANLEY.
The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant’s life
Who slew today a riotous gentleman
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
KING EDWARD.
Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death,
And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
My brother killed no man; his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who sued to me for him? Who, in my wrath,
Kneeled at my feet, and bid me be advised?
Who spoke of brotherhood? Who spoke of love?
Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
And said, “Dear brother, live, and be a king”?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garments, and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully plucked, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters or your waiting vassals
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon,
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you.
But for my brother not a man would speak,
Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
Have been beholding to him in his life,
Yet none of you would once beg for his life.
O God, I fear Thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine and yours for this!
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet.
Ah, poor Clarence!
[_Exeunt some with King and Queen._]
RICHARD.
This is the fruit of rashness. Marked you not
How that the guilty kindred of the Queen
Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence’ death?
O, they did urge it still unto the King.
God will revenge it. Come, lords, will you go
To comfort Edward with our company?
BUCKINGHAM.
We wait upon your Grace.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE II. Another Room in the palace
Enter the old Duchess of York with the two Children of Clarence.
BOY.
Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead?
DUCHESS.
No, boy.
GIRL.
Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast,
And cry “O Clarence, my unhappy son”?
BOY.
Why do you look on us, and shake your head,
And call us orphans, wretches, castaways,
If that our noble father were alive?
DUCHESS.
My pretty cousins, you mistake me both.
I do lament the sickness of the King,
As loath to lose him, not your father’s death.
It were lost sorrow to wail one that’s lost.
BOY.
Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead.
The King mine uncle is to blame for it.
God will revenge it, whom I will importune
With earnest prayers all to that effect.
GIRL.
And so will I.
DUCHESS.
Peace, children, peace. The King doth love you well.
Incapable and shallow innocents,
You cannot guess who caused your father’s death.
BOY.
Grandam, we can, for my good uncle Gloucester
Told me, the King, provoked to it by the Queen,
Devised impeachments to imprison him;
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kissed my cheek;
Bade me rely on him as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.
DUCHESS.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a virtuous visard hide deep vice!
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame;
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
BOY.
Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
DUCHESS.
Ay, boy.
BOY.
I cannot think it. Hark, what noise is this?
Enter Queen Elizabeth with her hair about her ears, Rivers and Dorset
after her.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
I’ll join with black despair against my soul
And to myself become an enemy.
DUCHESS.
What means this scene of rude impatience?
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
To make an act of tragic violence.
Edward, my lord, thy son, our King, is dead.
Why grow the branches when the root is gone?
Why wither not the leaves that want their sap?
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the King’s
Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of ne’er-changing night.
DUCHESS.
Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
As I had title in thy noble husband.
I have bewept a worthy husband’s death,
And lived by looking on his images;
But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are cracked in pieces by malignant death,
And I, for comfort, have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow, yet thou art a mother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left;
But death hath snatched my husband from mine arms
And plucked two crutches from my feeble hands,
Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I,
Thine being but a moiety of my moan,
To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries.
BOY.
Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father’s death.
How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
GIRL.
Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned.
Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Give me no help in lamentation.
I am not barren to bring forth complaints.
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being governed by the watery moon,
May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world.
Ah, for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward!
CHILDREN.
Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence!
DUCHESS.
Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
What stay had I but Edward? And he’s gone.
CHILDREN.
What stay had we but Clarence? And he’s gone.
DUCHESS.
What stays had I but they? And they are gone.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Was never widow had so dear a loss.
CHILDREN.
Were never orphans had so dear a loss.
DUCHESS.
Was never mother had so dear a loss.
Alas, I am the mother of these griefs.
Their woes are parcelled, mine is general.
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she;
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I;
I for an Edward weep, so do not they.
Alas, you three, on me, threefold distressed,
Pour all your tears. I am your sorrow’s nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentation.
DORSET.
Comfort, dear mother. God is much displeased
That you take with unthankfulness His doing.
In common worldly things ’tis called ungrateful
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
RIVERS.
Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
Of the young prince your son. Send straight for him;
Let him be crowned; in him your comfort lives.
Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward’s grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward’s throne.
Enter Richard, Buckingham, Stanley Earl of Derby, Hastings and
Ratcliffe.
RICHARD.
Sister, have comfort. All of us have cause
To wail the dimming of our shining star,
But none can help our harms by wailing them.
Madam my mother, I do cry you mercy;
I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my knee
I crave your blessing.
[_Kneels._]
DUCHESS.
God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.
RICHARD.
Amen. [_Aside_.] And make me die a good old man!
That is the butt end of a mother’s blessing;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.
BUCKINGHAM.
You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers
That bear this heavy mutual load of moan,
Now cheer each other in each other’s love.
Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
We are to reap the harvest of his son.
The broken rancour of your high-swoll’n hates,
But lately splintered, knit, and joined together,
Must gently be preserved, cherished, and kept.
Me seemeth good that with some little train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crowned our King.
RIVERS.
Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?
BUCKINGHAM.
Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude
The new-healed wound of malice should break out,
Which would be so much the more dangerous
By how much the estate is green and yet ungoverned.
Where every horse bears his commanding rein
And may direct his course as please himself,
As well the fear of harm as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
RICHARD.
I hope the King made peace with all of us;
And the compact is firm and true in me.
RIVERS.
And so in me, and so, I think, in all.
Yet since it is but green, it should be put
To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Which haply by much company might be urged.
Therefore I say with noble Buckingham
That it is meet so few should fetch the Prince.
HASTINGS.
And so say I.
RICHARD.
Then be it so, and go we to determine
Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
Madam, and you, my sister, will you go
To give your censures in this business?
[_Exeunt all but Buckingham and Richard._]
BUCKINGHAM.
My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
For God’s sake, let not us two stay at home.
For by the way I’ll sort occasion,
As index to the story we late talked of,
To part the Queen’s proud kindred from the Prince.
RICHARD.
My other self, my counsel’s consistory,
My oracle, my prophet, my dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Toward Ludlow then, for we’ll not stay behind.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE III. London. A street
Enter one Citizen at one door, and Another at the other.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Good morrow, neighbour, whither away so fast?
SECOND CITIZEN.
I promise you, I scarcely know myself.
Hear you the news abroad?
FIRST CITIZEN.
Yes, that the King is dead.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Ill news, by’r Lady; seldom comes the better.
I fear, I fear ’twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Neighbours, God speed.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Give you good morrow, sir.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Ay, sir, it is too true, God help the while.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
FIRST CITIZEN.
No, no; by God’s good grace, his son shall reign.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Woe to that land that’s governed by a child.
SECOND CITIZEN.
In him there is a hope of government,
Which, in his nonage, council under him,
And, in his full and ripened years, himself,
No doubt shall then, and till then, govern well.
FIRST CITIZEN.
So stood the state when Henry the Sixth
Was crowned in Paris but at nine months old.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot.
For then this land was famously enriched
With politic grave counsel; then the King
Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Better it were they all came by his father,
Or by his father there were none at all,
For emulation who shall now be nearest
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester,
And the Queen’s sons and brothers haught and proud;
And were they to be ruled, and not to rule,
This sickly land might solace as before.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well.
THIRD CITIZEN.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,
’Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear.
You cannot reason almost with a man
That looks not heavily and full of dread.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Before the days of change, still is it so.
By a divine instinct men’s minds mistrust
Ensuing danger, as by proof we see
The water swell before a boist’rous storm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?
SECOND CITIZEN.
Marry, we were sent for to the Justices.
THIRD CITIZEN.
And so was I. I’ll bear you company.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace
Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Queen Elizabeth
and the Duchess of York.
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.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
But I hear no; they say my son of York
Has almost overta’en him in his growth.
YORK.
Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
DUCHESS.
Why, my good cousin? It is good to grow.
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.
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.
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?
YORK.
Grandam, his nurse.
DUCHESS.
His nurse? Why she was dead ere thou wast born.
YORK.
If ’twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd.
DUCHESS.
Good madam, be not angry with the child.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Pitchers have ears.
Enter a Messenger.
ARCHBISHOP.
Here comes a messenger. What news?
MESSENGER.
Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report.
QUEEN 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.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Ah 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.
Accursed 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 over-blown, themselves, the conquerors
Make war upon themselves, brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self against self. O, preposterous
And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen,
Or let me die, to look on earth no more.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Come, come, my boy. We will to sanctuary.
Madam, farewell.
DUCHESS.
Stay, I will go with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
You have no cause.
ARCHBISHOP.
[_To the Queen._] 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.
Go, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary.
[_Exeunt._]


ACT III
SCENE I. London. A street

The trumpets sound. Enter young Prince Edward, Richard, Buckingham,
Cardinal Bourchier, Catesby and others.
BUCKINGHAM.
Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.
RICHARD.
Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
PRINCE.
No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy.
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
RICHARD.
Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit,
Nor more can you distinguish of a man
Than of his outward show, which, God He knows,
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous;
Your Grace attended to their sugared words
But looked 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.
RICHARD.
My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you.
Enter Lord Mayor with Attendants.
MAYOR.
God bless your Grace with health and happy days!
PRINCE.
I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all.
I thought my mother and my brother York
Would long ere 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.
BUCKINGHAM.
And in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
PRINCE.
Welcome, my lord. What, will our mother come?
HASTINGS.
On what occasion God He knows, not I,
The Queen your mother and your brother York
Have taken sanctuary. The tender prince
Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld.
BUCKINGHAM.
Fie, what an indirect and peevish 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, go with him,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
CARDINAL.
My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
Anon expect him here; but if she be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the holy privilege
Of blessed sanctuary! Not for all this land
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
BUCKINGHAM.
You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious and traditional.
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted
To those whose dealings have deserved the place
And those who have the wit to claim the place.
This prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it
And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it.
Then taking him from thence that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Oft have I heard of sanctuary-men,
But sanctuary children, never till now.
CARDINAL.
My lord, you shall o’errule my mind for once.
Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
HASTINGS.
I go, my lord.
PRINCE.
Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[_Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings._]
Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
RICHARD.
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 Caesar build that place, my lord?
BUCKINGHAM.
He did, my gracious lord, begin that place,
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
PRINCE.
Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?
BUCKINGHAM.
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.
RICHARD.
[_Aside_.] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
PRINCE.
What say you, uncle?
RICHARD.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
[_Aside_.] Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity,
I moralize two meanings in one word.
PRINCE.
That Julius Caesar 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.
BUCKINGHAM.
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.
RICHARD.
[_Aside_.] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Enter young Duke of York, Hastings and the Cardinal.
BUCKINGHAM.
Now, in good time here comes the Duke of York.
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.
RICHARD.
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.
RICHARD.
He hath, my lord.
YORK.
And therefore is he idle?
RICHARD.
O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK.
Then he is more beholding to you than I.
RICHARD.
He may command me as my sovereign,
But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
YORK.
I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
RICHARD.
My dagger, little cousin? With all my heart.
PRINCE.
A beggar, brother?
YORK.
Of my kind uncle, that I know will give,
And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
RICHARD.
A greater gift than that I’ll give my cousin.
YORK.
A greater gift? O, that’s the sword to it.
RICHARD.
Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK.