Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death?

Third Citizen
Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death?
Second Citizen
Ay, sir, it is too true, God help the while.
Third Citizen
Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
First Citizen
No, no, by God’s good grace, his son shall reign.
Third Citizen
Woe to that land that’s governed by a child.

Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but if God sort it so,
’Tis more than we deserve or I expect.

Second Citizen
In him there is a hope of government,
Which, in his nonage, council under him,
And, in his full and ripened years, himself,
No doubt shall then, and till then, govern well.
First Citizen
So stood the state when Henry the Sixth
Was crowned in Paris but at nine months old.
Third Citizen
Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot,
For then this land was famously enriched
With politic grave counsel; then the King
Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace.
First Citizen
Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.
Third Citizen
Better it were they all came by his father,
Or by his father there were none at all,
For emulation who shall now be nearest
Will touch us all too near if God prevent not.
O, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester,
And the Queen’s sons and brothers haught and proud,
And were they to be ruled, and not to rule,
This sickly land might solace as before.
First Citizen
Come, come, we fear the worst. All will be well.
Third Citizen
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but if God sort it so,
’Tis more than we deserve or I expect.