Extract from THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD III

ACT III.
SCENE I. London. A street.
	[The trumpets sound. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES, GLOSTER,
	BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, CARDINAL BOUCHIER, and others.]
BUCKINGHAM.
	Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
GLOSTER.
	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.
GLOSTER.
	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 sugar'd 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.
GLOSTER.
	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.
	[Exeunt Mayor, &c.]
	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!
BUCKINGHAM.
	And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
	[Enter HASTINGS.]
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 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 ne'er 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 Gloster, if our brother come,
	Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
GLOSTER.
	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 register'd,
	Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
	As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
	Even to the general all-ending day.
GLOSTER.
	[Aside.]
	So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
PRINCE.
	What say you, uncle?
GLOSTER.
	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 liv'd a king.
GLOSTER.
	[Aside.]
	Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
BUCKINGHAM.
	Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
	[Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.]
PRINCE.
	Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
YORK.
	Well, my dread lord; so must I can 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.
GLOSTER.
	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.
GLOSTER.
	He hath, my lord.
YORK.
	And therefore is he idle?
GLOSTER.
	O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK.
	Then he is more beholding to you than I.
GLOSTER.
	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.
GLOSTER.
	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.
GLOSTER.
	A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
YORK.
	A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it!
GLOSTER.
	Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK.
	O, then, I see you will part but with light gifts;
	In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
GLOSTER.
	It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
YORK.
	I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
GLOSTER.
	What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
YORK.
	I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
GLOSTER.
	How?
YORK.
	Little.
PRINCE.
	My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:--
	Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
YORK.
	You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:--
	Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
	Because that I am little, like an ape,
	He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
BUCKINGHAM.
	With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!
	To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
	He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
	So cunning and so young is wonderful.
GLOSTER.
	My lord, wil't please you pass along?
	Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
	Will to your mother, to entreat of her
	To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
YORK.
	What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
PRINCE.
	My lord protector needs will have it so.
YORK.
	I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
GLOSTER.
	Why, what should you fear?
YORK.
	Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost:
	My grandam told me he was murder'd there.
PRINCE.
	I fear no uncles dead.
GLOSTER.
	Nor none that live, I hope.
PRINCE.
	An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
	But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart,
	Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
	[Sennet. Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, CARDINAL, and
	Attendants.]
BUCKINGHAM.
	Think you, my lord, this little prating York
	Was not incensed by his subtle mother
	To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
GLOSTER.
	No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy;
	Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable:
	He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.
BUCKINGHAM.
	Well, let them rest.--Come hither, Catesby.
	Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend
	As closely to conceal what we impart:
	Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;--
	What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter
	To make William Lord Hastings of our mind,
	For the instalment of this noble duke
	In the seat royal of this famous isle?
CATESBY.
	He for his father's sake so loves the prince
	That he will not be won to aught against him.
BUCKINGHAM.
	What think'st thou then of Stanley? will not he?
CATESBY.
	He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
BUCKINGHAM.
	Well then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby,
	And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings
	How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
	And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
	To sit about the coronation.
	If thou dost find him tractable to us,
	Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons:
	If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
	Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
	And give us notice of his inclination:
	For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
	Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
GLOSTER.
	Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,
	His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
	To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;
	And bid my lord, for joy of this good news,
	Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
BUCKINGHAM.
	Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
CATESBY.
	My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
GLOSTER.
	Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
CATESBY.
	You shall, my lord.
GLOSTER.
	At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
	[Exit CATESBY.]
BUCKINGHAM.
	Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive
	Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
GLOSTER.
	Chop off his head. man;--somewhat we will do:--
	And, look when I am king, claim thou of me
	The earldom of Hereford, and all the movables
	Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.
BUCKINGHAM.
	I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.
GLOSTER.
	And look to have it yielded with all kindness.
	Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards
	We may digest our complots in some form.
	[Exeunt.]