Richard awaking.
Rich. Oh! I have had the sweetest dreams, dear mother!
Methought my brother Edward and myself
And—
Eliz. Come, these are no times to talk of dreams;
We must to sanctuary, my poor boy;
We'll talk of dreams hereafter. Kneel with me.
Takes him from his couch, and kisses him.
Rich. Mother, why do you weep and tremble so?
Eliz. I have a pain at heart! Come, stir thee, boy!
Lift up thy innocent hands to Heaven; here kneel
And pray with me before this crucifix.
Her daughters enter, and they all kneel together.
Scene II.
The Sanctuary at Westminster.
Rich. O my dear mother! why do we sit here,
Amid these dusky walls and arches dim,
When it is summer in the fields without,
And sunshine? Say, is not my brother king,
Why will he not come here to play with me;
Shall I not see my brother?