King Richard the Third: Act III

SCENE I. London. A street

The trumpets sound. Enter young Prince Edward, Richard, Buckingham, Cardinal Bourchier, Catesby and others.

BUCKINGHAM. Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.

RICHARD. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign. The weary way hath made you melancholy.

PRINCE. No, uncle, but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy. I want more uncles here to welcome me.

RICHARD. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit, Nor more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show, which, God He knows,...