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RICHARD
My Lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you.
MAY OR
God bless your Grace with health and happy days!
PRINCE
I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all.
I thought my mother and my brother York [20]
Would long ere this have met us on the way.
Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not
To tell us whether they will come or no.
Enter Lord Hastings.
BUCKINGHAM
And in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
PRINCE
Welcome, my lord. What, will our mother come? [25]
HAST INGS
On what occasion God he knows, not I,
The Queen your mother and your brother York
Have taken sanctuary. The tender prince
Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld. [30]
BUCKINGHAM
Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
Is this of hers! Lord Cardinal, will your Grace
Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?
If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him [35]
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
CARDINAL
My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
Anon expect him here; but if she be obdurate
