. Complete works, with life, compendium, and concordance. boisteroi:s leave it all to God.—Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I: I II bear you company. [Exeunt, SCENE IV.—London. A Room in the Palace. Enter the Abchbisiiop of York, the yoimq Duke of York,Queen Elizabeth, and the Duchess of York. Arch. Last night, I hear, they at Northampton lay;At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night:To-morrow or next day they will be here. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince:1 ho])e he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. EUz. But I hear n
. Complete works, with life, compendium, and concordance. boisteroi:s leave it all to God.—Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I: I II bear you company. [Exeunt, SCENE IV.—London. A Room in the Palace. Enter the Abchbisiiop of York, the yoimq Duke of York,Queen Elizabeth, and the Duchess of York. Arch. Last night, I hear, they at Northampton lay;At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night:To-morrow or next day they will be here. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince:1 ho])e he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. EUz. But I hear no, they say my sou of YorkHas almost overtaen him in his growth. York. Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at uncle Kivers talkd how I did growMore than my brother : Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster,Small hvrbs have, i/race, <peat loefcls do (jrow apace:And since, methinks, I would not gTow so fast,Because swoet flowers aie slow, and weeds make SCENE IV. KING RICHARD III. 261 Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not holdIn him that did object the same to thee:He was the wretchedst thing when he was long a giOvving, and so , if his rule were tiue, he should be gracious. Arch. And so no doubt he is, my gracious madam. Duch. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememberd,I could have given my uncles grace a iiout,To touch his growth nearer than he touchd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I prythee, let me hear it. York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fastThat he coidd gnaw a crust at two hours old:Twas full two years ere I could get a , this would have been a biting jest. Duch. I prythee, pretty York, who told thee this? York. Grandam, has nurse. Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. York. If twere not she, I cannot tell who tohl me. Q. Eliz. A parlous boy:—go to, you
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