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Messenger:
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Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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How fares the prince?
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Messenger:
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Well, madam, and in health.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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What is thy news then?
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Messenger:
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Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
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With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Who hath committed them?
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Messenger:
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The mighty dukes
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Gloucester and Buckingham.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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For what offence?
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Messenger:
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The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
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Why or for what these nobles were committed
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Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!
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The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;
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Insulting tyranny begins to jet
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Upon the innocent and aweless throne:
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Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!
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I see, as in a map, the end of all.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,
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How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
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My husband lost his life to get the crown;
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And often up and down my sons were toss'd,
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For me to joy and weep their gain and loss:
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And being seated, and domestic broils
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Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors.
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Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,
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Self against self: O, preposterous
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And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;
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Or let me die, to look on death no more!
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
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Madam, farewell.
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DUCHESS OF YORK:
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I'll go along with you.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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You have no cause.
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ARCHBISHOP OF YORK:
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My gracious lady, go;
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And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
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For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
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The seal I keep: and so betide to me
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As well I tender you and all of yours!
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Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
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GLOUCESTER:
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Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign
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The weary way hath made you melancholy.
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PRINCE EDWARD:
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No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
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Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy
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I want more uncles here to welcome me.
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GLOUCESTER:
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Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
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Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit
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Nor more can you distinguish of a man
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Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,
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Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
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Those uncles which you want were dangerous;
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Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,
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But look'd not on the poison of their hearts :
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God keep you from them, and from such false friends!
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PRINCE EDWARD:
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God keep me from false friends! but they were none.
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GLOUCESTER:
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My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.
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Lord Mayor:
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