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PRINCE

My Lord Protector needs will have it so.

Y ORK

I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.

RICHARD

Why, what should you fear?

Y ORK

Marry, my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost:
My grandam told me he was murder’d there. [145]

PRINCE

I fear no uncles dead.

RICHARD

Nor none that live, I hope?

PRINCE

And if they live, I hope I need not fear.
But come, my lord: with a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [150]

A Sennet. Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Dorset, [and all but] Richard,
Buckingham, and Catesby.

BUCKINGHAM

Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

RICHARD

No doubt, no doubt; O, ’tis a parlous boy,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: [155]
He is all the mother’s, from the top to toe.

BUCKINGHAM

Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby:
Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend
As closely to conceal what we impart;