YORK

I Mother, but I would not have it so. Well, my deer Lord, so must I call you now. I thank you, gentle Uncle. Oh my Lord, You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth: The Prince, my Brother, hath outgrown me far. And therefore is he idle? Then he is more beholding to you, then I. I pray you, Uncle, give me this Dagger. Of my kind Uncle, that I know will give, And being but a Toy, which is no grief to give. A greater gift? Oh, that's the Sword to it. Oh then I see, you will partly but with light gifts, In weightier things you'll say a Beggar nay. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. I would that I might thank you, as, as, you call me. Little. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me: Uncle, my Brother mocks both you and me, Because that I am little, Like and Ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Lord? I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Marry, my Uncle Clarence angry Ghost: My Grandam told me he was murdered there. Grandam, one night as we did fit at Supper, My Uncle Rivers talked how I did grow More then my Brother. I, quoth my Uncle Glouster, Small Herbs have grace, great Weeds do grow apace. And since, me thinks I would not grow so fast, Because sweet Flowers are slow, and Weeds make hast. And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam. Now by my troth, if I had been remembered, I could have given my Uncles Grace, a flout, To touch his growth, nearer then he touched mine. Marry (they say) my Uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old, 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting Jest. Grandam, his Nurse. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.