Richard III · Act 2, Scene 4

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Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, young YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, young YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK
Archbishop Of York

Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton; At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night: To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Archbishop Of York

Last night, I hear, they stayed at Northampton; They will be at Stony-Stratford tonight: Tomorrow, or the next day, they will be here.

Duchess Of York

I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

Duchess Of York

I’m eager from the bottom of my heart to see the prince: I hope he’s grown a lot since I last saw him.

Queen Elizabeth

But I hear, no; they say my son of York Hath almost overta’en him in his growth.

Queen Elizabeth

But I’ve heard, no; they say my son of York Has almost caught up with him in height.

York

Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.

York

Yes, mother; but I wouldn’t want that to be the case.

Duchess Of York

Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.

Duchess Of York

Well, my young cousin, it’s good to grow up.

York

Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk’d how I did grow More than my brother: ’Ay,’ quoth my uncle Gloucester, ’Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:’ And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

York

Grandma, one night, while we were having supper, My uncle Rivers talked about how much I had grown More than my brother: ’Yes,’ said my uncle Gloucester, ’Small plants grow slowly, but big weeds grow fast:’ And since then, I think, I wouldn’t want to grow so quickly, Because pretty flowers take their time, and weeds grow fast.

Duchess Of York

Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee; He was the wretched’st thing when he was young, So long a-growing and so leisurely, That, if this rule were true, he should be gracious.

Duchess Of York

Honestly, honestly, that saying didn’t apply To the one who said it to you; He was the worst when he was young, So slow to grow and so lazy, That, if the rule were true, he should have turned out better.

Archbishop Of York

Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.

Archbishop Of York

Well, madam, I’m sure he is.

Duchess Of York

I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.

Duchess Of York

I hope he is; but still, mothers always have doubts.

York

Now, by my troth, if I had been remember’d, I could have given my uncle’s grace a flout, To touch his growth nearer than he touch’d mine.

York

Now, honestly, if I had been paying attention, I could have made a joke about my uncle’s growth, To bring up how he grew faster than I did.

Duchess Of York

How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.

Duchess Of York

What, my sweet York? Please, let me hear it.

York

Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ’Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

York

Well, they say my uncle grew so quickly That he could chew on a crust when he was just two hours old. It was almost two years before I even got a tooth. Grandma, that would have been a funny joke.

Duchess Of York

I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?

Duchess Of York

Please, my sweet York, who told you this?

York

Grandam, his nurse.

York

Grandma, it was his nurse.

Duchess Of York

His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.

Duchess Of York

His nurse! But she was dead before you were born.

York

If ’twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

York

If it wasn’t her, I really don’t know who told me.

Queen Elizabeth

A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.

Queen Elizabeth

A clever boy: come on, you’re too sharp.

Archbishop Of York

Good madam, be not angry with the child.

Archbishop Of York

Please, madam, don’t be angry with the child.

Queen Elizabeth

Pitchers have ears.

Queen Elizabeth

Walls have ears.

Enter a Messenger
Enter a Messenger
Archbishop Of York

Here comes a messenger. What news?

Archbishop Of York

Here comes a messenger. What’s the news?

Messenger

Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.

Messenger

Bad news, my lord, news that pains me to share.

Queen Elizabeth

How fares the prince?

Queen Elizabeth

How is the prince?

Messenger

Well, madam, and in health.

Messenger

He’s well, madam, and in good health.

Duchess Of York

What is thy news then?

Duchess Of York

Then what is your news?

Messenger

Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.

Messenger

Lord Rivers and Lord Grey have been sent to Pomfret, Along with Sir Thomas Vaughan, all taken prisoners.

Duchess Of York

Who hath committed them?

Duchess Of York

Who arrested them?

Messenger

The mighty dukes Gloucester and Buckingham.

Messenger

The powerful dukes Gloucester and Buckingham.

Queen Elizabeth

For what offence?

Queen Elizabeth

For what crime?

Messenger

The sum of all I can, I have disclosed; Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

Messenger

I’ve shared all I know; Why or for what these nobles were imprisoned is unknown to me, my gracious lady.

Queen Elizabeth

Ay me, I see the downfall of our house! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne: Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Queen Elizabeth

Alas, I see our house is doomed! The tiger has now seized the gentle deer; Brutal tyranny begins to rise Over the innocent, and the throne is weak: Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre! I see, like a map, the end of everything.

Duchess Of York

Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my sons were toss’d, For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors. Make war upon themselves; blood against blood, Self against self: O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on death no more!

Duchess Of York

Damned and restless days of quarrel, How many of you have I seen with my eyes! My husband lost his life to win the crown; And many times my sons were tossed about, For me to feel joy and sorrow at their victories and losses: And when things settled, and family fights Were all over, they, the victors, Turned on each other; blood against blood, Family against family: Oh, foolish And wild violence, stop your cursed anger; Or let me die, so I don’t have to watch this madness anymore!

Queen Elizabeth

Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Madam, farewell.

Queen Elizabeth

Come, come, my boy; we will go to the sanctuary. Madam, goodbye.

Duchess Of York

I’ll go along with you.

Duchess Of York

I’ll go with you.

Queen Elizabeth

You have no cause.

Queen Elizabeth

You don’t need to.

Archbishop Of York

My gracious lady, go; And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I’ll resign unto your grace The seal I keep: and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Come, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary.

Archbishop Of York

My lady, please go; Take your treasure and your belongings with you. As for me, I’ll give you my seal, And may it bring good fortune to you and yours! Come, I’ll take you to the sanctuary.

Exuent
They leave

End of Act 2, Scene 4

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