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YORK Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast DUCHESS OF YORK I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this? YORK Grandam, his nurse. DUCHESS OF YORK His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born. YORK If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. QUEEN ELIZABETH A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd. ARCHBISHOP OF YORK Good madam, be not angry with the child. QUEEN ELIZABETH Pitchers have ears. Enter a Messenger ARCHBISHOP OF YORK Here comes a messenger. What news? Messenger Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold. QUEEN ELIZABETH How fares the prince? Messenger Well, madam, and in health. DUCHESS OF YORK What is thy news then? Messenger Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, |
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