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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
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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 disclos'd。 Why or for
what the nobles 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 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 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 damned spleen； Or let me die； to
look on death 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
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ACT III。
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SCENE 1。
London。 A street
The trumpets sound。 Enter the PRINCE OF WALES； GLOUCESTER；
BUCKINGHAM； CATESBY； CARDINAL BOURCHIER； and others
BUCKINGHAM。 Welcome； sweet Prince； to London； to your
chamber。 GLOUCESTER。 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。 GLOUCESTER。 Sweet Prince； the
untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd 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 sug'red
words But look'd 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。 GLOUCESTER。 My lord； the Mayor of
London comes to greet you。
Enter the LORD MAYOR and his train
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。
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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 deserv'd the place And those
who have the wit to claim the place。 This Prince hath neither claim'd it nor
deserv'd 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；