Act II, Scene 4
London. The palace.
- Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of
- York, the Queen Elizabeth, and the Duchess of
Thomas Rotherham, Archbishop of York1 - 3
- 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 of York4 - 5
- I long with all my heart to see the Prince.
- I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
Queen Elizabeth6 - 7
- But I hear no; they say my son of York
- Has almost overta’en him in his growth.
- Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
Duchess of York9
- Why, my good cousin, it is good to grow.
York10 - 15
- 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.
Duchess of York16 - 20
- 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.
Thomas Rotherham, Archbishop of York21
- And so no doubt he is, my gracious madam.
Duchess of York22
- I hope he is, but yet let mothers doubt.
York23 - 25
- 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.
Duchess of York26
- How, my young York? I prithee let me hear it.
York27 - 30
- 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 York31
- I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this?
- Grandam, his nurse.
Duchess of York33
- His nurse? Why, she was dead ere thou wast born.
- If ’twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
- A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd.
Duchess of York36
- Good madam, be not angry with the child.
- Pitchers have ears.
- Enter Messenger to the Queen.
Thomas Rotherham, Archbishop of York38
- Here comes a messenger. What news?
Messenger to the Queen39
- Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report.
- How doth the Prince?
Messenger to the Queen41
- Well, madam, and in health.
Duchess of York42
- What is thy news?
Messenger to the Queen43 - 44
- Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
- And with them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Duchess of York45
- Who hath committed them?
Messenger to the Queen46 - 47
- The mighty dukes,
- Gloucester and Buckingham.
Thomas Rotherham, Archbishop of York48
- For what offense?
Messenger to the Queen49 - 51
- 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 Elizabeth52 - 57
- Ay me! I see the ruin of my house:
- The tiger now hath seiz’d 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 of York58 - 68
- 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 overblown, 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 Elizabeth69 - 70
- Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.
- Madam, farewell.
Duchess of York71
- Stay, I will go with you.
- You have no cause.
Thomas Rotherham, Archbishop of York73 - 78
- 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.