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Duch. God bless thee! and put meekness in thy breast,

Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.

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,

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.

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,

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

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,

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,

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

