BUCKINGHAM.
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.
RICHARD.
My lord, wil’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 needs will have it so.
YORK.
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
RICHARD.
Why, what should you fear?
YORK.
Marry, my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost.
My grandam told me he was murdered there.
PRINCE.
I fear no uncles dead.
RICHARD.
Nor none that live, I hope.
PRINCE.
An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
But come, my lord. With a heavy heart,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.