[♦] Must gently be preserved, cherish’d, and kept:
120 Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
[♦] Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch’d
Hither to London, to be crown’d our king.
[♦] Riv. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
125 The new-heal’d wound of malice should break out;
Which would be so much the more dangerous,
[♦] By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern’d:
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,