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York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:

Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me.

Because that I am little, like an ape,

He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.

Buck. With what a sharp provided wit he reasons!

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,

He prettily and aptly taunts himself:

So cunning and so young is wonderful.

Rich. My lord, will 't please you pass along?

Myself and my good cousin Buckingham

Will to your mother, to entreat of her

To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

York. What! will you go unto the Tower, my lord?

Prince. My Lord Protector will have it so.

York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.

Rich. Why, what should you fear?

York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost:

My grandam told me he was murther'd there.

Prince. I fear no uncles dead.

Rich. Nor none that live, I hope.

Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.

But come, my lord; and, with a heavy heart,

Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.

A Sennet. Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, and Dorset.

Mane[n]t Richard, Buckingham, and Catesby.

Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York

Was not incensed by his subtle mother

To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

Rich. No doubt, no doubt: O! 'tis a perilous boy;

 131 shoulders; cf. n.

132 provided: ready

133 scorn: taunt

141 Cf. n.

150 on: of

S. d. Sennet; cf. n.

152 incensed: instigated

154 perilous: i.e. parlous

