The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Part 436
SCENE 3.
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, G.o.d 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; G.o.d help the while!
THIRD CITIZEN. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
FIRST CITIZEN. No, no; by G.o.d's good grace, his son shall reign.
THIRD CITIZEN. Woe to that land that's govern'd 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 crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
THIRD CITIZEN. Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, G.o.d wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd 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 G.o.d 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 rul'd, 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 G.o.d sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
SECOND CITIZEN. Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear.
You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and fun 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 G.o.d. 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 4.
London. The palace
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the young DUKE OF YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the d.u.c.h.eSS OF YORK
ARCHBISHOP. Last night, I hear, they lay at Stony Stratford, And at Northampton they do rest to-night; To-morrow or next day they will be here.
d.u.c.h.eSS. 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.
d.u.c.h.eSS. Why, my good cousin, it is good to grow.
YORK. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd 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 flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.
d.u.c.h.eSS. 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.
d.u.c.h.eSS. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
YORK. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememb'red, I could have given my uncle's Grace a flout To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine.
d.u.c.h.eSS. 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.
d.u.c.h.eSS. I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this?
YORK. Grandam, his nurse.
d.u.c.h.eSS. 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.
ARCHBISHOP. 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.
d.u.c.h.eSS. What is thy news?
MESSENGER. Lord Rivers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret, and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
d.u.c.h.eSS. Who hath committed them?
MESSENGER. The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham.
ARCHBISHOP. For what offence?
MESSENGER. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd.
Why or for what the n.o.bles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ay me, I see the ruin of my house!
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne.
Welcome, destruction, blood, and ma.s.sacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
d.u.c.h.eSS. 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 toss'd 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 d.a.m.ned spleen, Or let me die, to look on death no more!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
Madam, farewell.
d.u.c.h.eSS. Stay, I will go with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. You have no cause.