Richard III: Act 2, Scene 4

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    London. The palace.

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    Queen Elizabeth hears that Richard has had her brother Rivers and her son Grey arrested. She takes the younger Prince Richard to sanctuary in Westminster Abbey.

    Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, young YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton;
    At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night:
    To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    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
    Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
    YORK
    Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    Why, my young 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 flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    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 this rule were true, he should be gracious.
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
    YORK
    Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd,
    I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,
    To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    How, my pretty York? I pray thee, 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 OF YORK
    I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?
    YORK
    Grandam, his nurse.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.
    YORK
    If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Good madam, be not angry with the child.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    Pitchers have ears.
    Enter a Messenger
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Here comes a messenger. What news?
    Messenger
    Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    How fares the prince?
    Messenger
    Well, madam, and in health.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    What is thy news then?
    Messenger
    Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
    With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    Who hath committed them?
    Messenger
    The mighty dukes
    Gloucester and Buckingham.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    For what offence?
    Messenger
    The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
    Why or for what these nobles were committed
    Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
    The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
    Insulting tyranny begins to jet
    Upon the innocent and aweless throne:
    Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!
    I see, as in a map, the end of all.
    DUCHESS OF YORK
    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; blood against 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 OF YORK
    I'll go along with you.
    QUEEN ELIZABETH
    You have no cause.
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    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!
    Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
    Exeunt