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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
The trumpets sound. Enter young Prince Edward, the Dukes of
Gloucester and Buckingham, Lord Cardinal [Bourchier], [Catesby], with
Others.
BUCKINGHAM
Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.
RICHARD
Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
PRINCE
No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy; [5]
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
RICHARD
Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div’d into the world’s deceit,
Nor more can you distinguish of a man
Than of his outward show, which - God He knows - [10]
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart:
Those uncles which you want were dangerous;
Your Grace attended to their sugar’d words,
But look’d not on the poison of their hearts.
God keep you from them, and from such false friends! [15]
PRINCE
God keep me from false friends - but they were none.
Enter Lord Mayor [with Attendants].
