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Arch. Last night, I hear, they lay at Stony-Stratford;

And at Northampton they do rest to-night:

To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince.

I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.

Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say my son of York

Has almost overta'en him in his growth.

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.

Duch. Why, my good cousin, it is good to grow.

York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,

My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

More than my brother: 'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester;

'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:'

And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,

Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold

In him that did object the same to thee:

He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,

So long a-growing, and so leisurely,

That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.

Duch. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd,

 1 Stony-Stratford; cf. n.

18 wretched'st: puniest

23 been remember'd: recollected

