The trumpets sound. Enter the young PRINCE theCARDINAL, CATESBY, and others
Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
(to PRINCE) Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.
No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
5Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy.
I want more uncles here to welcome me.
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
10Than of his outward show, which, God He knows,
Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles which you want were dangerous.
Your Grace attended to their sugared words
But looked not on the poison of their hearts.
15God keep you from them, and from such false friends.
God keep me from false friends, but they were none.
My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.
Enter the LORD MAYOR and his train