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York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you

now.

Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours. Too late 1 he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.

Glos. How fares our cousin, noble lord of

York?

lord,

York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth. The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glos. He hath, my lord.

York.

And therefore is he idle? Glos. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then is he more beholden to you than I. Glos. 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. Glos. 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. Glos. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.

York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it! Glos. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. York. O, then, I see, you'll part but with light

gifts;

Lately.

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Northcote, del.

KING RICHARD 3d

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In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
Glos. It is too weighty for your grace to wear.
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
Glos. What, would you have my weapon, little
lord?

York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me.

Glos. 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.
Buck. 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.

Glos. My lord, will '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. Glos. 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.

Glos. 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.

[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Attendants.

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York

Was not incensed1 by his subtle mother

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
Glos. No doubt, no doubt! O, 'tis a parlous
boy;

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: 2
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.

Buck. 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 urged 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?

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Cates. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will not he?

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