| The Same. A Street. | 
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| Enter two Citizens, meeting. | 
| First Cit.  Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast? | 
| Sec. Cit.  I promise you, I scarcely know myself: | 
| Hear you the news abroad? | 
| First Cit.        Ay; that the king is dead. | 
| Sec. Cit.  Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: | 
| I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. | 
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| Enter a third Citizen. | 
| Third Cit.  Neighbours, God speed! | 
| First Cit.        Give you good morrow, sir. | 
| Third Cit.  Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? | 
| Sec. Cit.  Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while! | 
| Third Cit.  Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. | 
| First Cit.  No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign. | 
| Third Cit.  Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! | 
| Sec. Cit.  In him there is a hope of government, | 
| That in his nonage council under him, | 
| And in his full and ripen'd years himself, | 
| No doubt, shall then and till then govern well. | 
| First Cit.  So stood the state when Henry the Sixth | 
| Was crown'd at Paris but at nine months old. | 
| Third Cit.  Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God wot; | 
| For then this land was famously enrich'd | 
| With politic grave counsel; then the king | 
| Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace. | 
| First Cit.  Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. | 
| Third Cit.  Better it were they all came by his father, | 
| Or by his father there were none at all; | 
| For emulation, who shall now be nearest, | 
| Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. | 
| O! full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester! | 
| And the queen's sons and brothers haught and proud; | 
| And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, | 
| This sickly land might solace as before. | 
| First Cit.  Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. | 
| Third Cit.  When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; | 
| When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; | 
| When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? | 
| Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. | 
| All may be well; but, if God sort it so, | 
| 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. | 
| Sec. Cit.  Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: | 
| You cannot reason almost with a man | 
| That looks not heavily and full of dread. | 
| Third Cit.  Before the days of change, still is it so: | 
| By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust | 
| Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see | 
| The waters swell before a boisterous storm. | 
| But leave it all to God. Whither away? | 
| Sec. Cit.  Marry, we were sent for to the justices. | 
| Third Cit.  And so was I: I'll bear you company.  [Exeunt. | 
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