RICHARD, [to Prince]
My lord, will ‘t please you pass along?
Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
Will to your mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
YORK, [to Prince]
What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
PRINCE
My Lord Protector needs will have it so.
YORK
I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
RICHARD
Why, what should you fear?
YORK
Marry, my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost.
My grandma told me he was murdered there.
PRINCE
I fear no uncles dead.
RICHARD
Nor none that live, I hope.