3. SCENE III. London. A street.
[Enter two CITIZENS, meeting.]
Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast?
I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
Hear you the news abroad?
Yes,--that the king is dead.
Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world.
[Enter third CITIZEN.]
Neighbours, God speed!
Give you good morrow, sir.
Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death?
Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign.
Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child!
In him there is a hope of government,
Which, in his nonage, council under him,
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.
So stood the state when Henry the Sixth
Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot;
For then this land was famously enrich'd
With politic grave counsel; then the king
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.