Has almoft overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. More than my brother. Ay, quoth my uncle Glo'fter, He was the wretched'ft thing, when he was young; That, if his rule were true, he fhould be gracious. To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. 1 Dutch. His nurse! why, fhe was dead ere thou waft born. York. If 'twere not fhe, I cannot tell who told me. Queen. A parlous boy-go to, you are too fhrewd. Dutch. Good Madam, be not angry with a child. Queen. Pitchers have ears. Enter a Meffenger. Arch. Here comes a meflenger: what news? Mef. Well, Madam, and in health. Dutch. What is thy news? Mef. Lord Rivers and Lord Gray are fent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prifoners. Dutch. Dutch. Who hath committed them? Arch. For what offence? Mef. The fum of all I can, I have disclos'd: Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lady. Queen. Ah me! I fee the ruin of my house; Upon the innocent and awless throne; Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days! And frantick outrage! end thy damned fpleen; Queen. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanctuary. Madam, farewei. Dutch. Stay, I will go with you. Arch. My gracious Lady, go, (11) Or let me die, to look on Earth no more. e.] This is the reading of all the copies, from the first edition, put out by the players, down wards. But the old Dutchefs had no antipathy to the world, or looking upon the earth in general: Her complaints are reftrain'd to the calamitous days fhe had feen, the miferies and flaughters of civil wars at home: during the procefs of which fhe had been witness to so many murders, fuch havock and deftruction; that she very reasonably wishes, that fuch outrage may ceafe, or that he may not live to behold any more friends maffacred. I have therefore reftor'd the reading of the old Quarto in 1597 (which is copied by all the other authentick Quarto's) by which the thought is finely and properly improv'd. Or let me die, to look on death no more. And And thither bear your treasure and your goods. [Exeunt. The Trumpets found. Enter Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Gloucester and Buckingham, Archbishop, with others. WE BUCKINGHAM. Elcome, fweet Prince, to London, to your chamber. The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle, but our croffes on the way Have made it tedious, wearifom and heavy. I want more uncles here to welcome me. Glo. Sweet Prince, th' untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : Nor more can you diftinguish of a man, Than of his outward fhew, which, God he knows, Mayor God bless your Grace with health and happy days!' Fie, what a flug is Haftings? that he comes not Enter Lord Haflings. Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating Lord. Prince.Welcome, myLord; what, will our mother come? Haft. On what occafion, God he knows, not I, The Queen your mother, and your brother York, Have taken fanctuary; the tender Prince Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace, But by his mother was perforce with-held. Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course If the deny, Lord Haftings, you go with him, Arch. 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 Buck. You are too fenfelefs-obftinate, my Lord; To thofe, whofe dealings have deferv'd the place; But fanctuary-children ne'er till now. Arch. My Lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Haftings, will you go with me? Haft. I go, my Lord. [Exeunt Archbishop and Haftings. Prince. Prince. Good Lords, make all the speedy hafte you may. Say, uncle Glofter, if our brother come, Where fhall we fojourn till our coronation ? Glo. Where it feems beft unto your royal felf: Prince. I do not like the Tower of any place; Buck. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which, fince, fucceeding ages have re-edify'd. Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Succeffively, from age to age, he built it? Buck. Upon record, my gracious Lord. Prince. But fay, my Lord, it were not register'd, Methinks, the truth fhould live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all pofterity; Even to the general all-ending day. Glo. So wife, fo young, they fay, do ne'er live long. Prince. What fay you, uncle? Glo. I fay, without characters fame lives long. Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. (12) (12) Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity, Afide. Prince. Imoralize two meanings in one word.] All the editions agree in this reading, without the leaft variation; and therefore I have not ventured to difturb the text. But as the paffage has been most ingenioufly attempted, it is incumbent on me to give the conjecture a place; after which, will fee how far the prefent reading may be defended and accounted for; and then fubmit both to public judgment. To begin with the anonymous corrector; "Richard, having "glofs'd over a villainous meaning with an equivocal expreffion, "makes his reflection upon it. But, I believe, neither the attribute "given to iniquity of moralizing, nor the epithet of a formal vice, are very intelligible; fure, they make the fenfe of the two lines "altogether incomprehenfible. Thofe, who attend to the speaker's character, and are acquainted with ancient literature, will agree "with me that the lines fhould be read thus: Thus, like the formal wife antiquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. "Alluding to the mythologic learning of the ancients, which explain'd "the |