[145] My grandam told me he was murder’d there.
Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Glou. 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,
[150] Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [A Sennet. Exeunt all but Gloucester, 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?
[♦] Glou. No doubt, no doubt: O, ’tis a parlous boy;