Duch. God bless thee! and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty. 108
Rich. Amen; [Aside.] and make me die a good old man!
That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.
Buck. You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers, 112
That bear this heavy mutual load of moan,
Now cheer each other in each other's love:
Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
We are to reap the harvest of his son. 116
The broken rancour of your high-swoll'n hates,
But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together,
Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept:
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, 120
Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
Riv. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude 124
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out;
Which would be so much the more dangerous,
By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd;
Where every horse bears his commanding rein, 128
And may direct his course as please himself,
As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Rich. I hope the king made peace with all of us, 132
And the compact is firm and true in me.
112 cloudy: grief-clouded
117 broken rancour; cf. n.
high-swoll'n: excessively bitter
118 splinter'd: bound up with splints
120 little train: few attendants; cf. n.
121 Ludlow; cf. n.
127 estate: state
green: new
129 please: may please
