Page 1158 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause [Kneels.]
To wail the dimming of our shining star,
But none can help our harms by wailing them.
Madam my mother, I do cry you mercy:
I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my knee [105]
I crave your blessing.

DUCHESS

God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast;
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.

RICHARD

Amen; [Rises: aside] and make me die a good old man -
That is the butt-end of a mother’s blessing: [110]
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.

BUCKINGHAM

You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers
That bear this heavy mutual load of moan,
Now cheer each other in each other’s love.
Though we have spent our harvest of this king, [115]
We are to reap the harvest of his son.
The broken rancour of your high-swoll’n hates,
But lately splinted, knit, and join’d together
Must gently be preserv’d, cherish’d, and kept.
Meseemeth good, that with some little train, [120]
Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crown’d our King.

RIVERS

Why with some little train, my lord of Buckingham?

BUCKINGHAM

Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude
The new-heal’d wound of malice should break out, [125]
Which would be so much the more dangerous
By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern’d.
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
And may direct his course as please himself,