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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