thy fortune I repose myself. Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor, And all his lands and goods be confiscate. What else? and that succession be determined. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, Let me entreat, for I command no more, That Margaret your queen and my son Edward Be sent for, to return from France with speed; For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclipsed. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. Come hither, England's hope. If secret powers Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty, His head by nature framed to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords, for this is he Must help you more than you are hurt by me. What news, my friend? That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; For hunting was his daily exercise. My brother was too careless of his charge. But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars before 't be long. As Henry's late presaging prophecy Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befall him, to his harm and ours: Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be past of civil enmity. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany