Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
100 Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
[♦] Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
For tender princes, use my babies well!
[♦] So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. [Exeunt.
fdb SCENE II. London. The Palace.
Sennet. Enter RICHARD, in pomp, crowned; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others.
[♦] K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham!
[♦] Buck. My gracious sovereign?