PRINCE.
I do not like the Tower, of any place.
Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
BUCKINGHAM.
He did, my gracious lord, begin that place,
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
PRINCE.
Is it upon record, or else reported
Successively from age to age, he built it?
BUCKINGHAM.
Upon record, my gracious lord.
PRINCE.
But say, my lord, it were not registered,
Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
As ’twere retailed to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.
RICHARD.
[Aside.] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
PRINCE.
What say you, uncle?
RICHARD.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
[Aside.] Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity,
I moralize two meanings in one word.
PRINCE.
That Julius Caesar was a famous man.
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live;
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror,
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I’ll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
BUCKINGHAM.
What, my gracious lord?