Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: York: Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother. 'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester 'Small herbs have grace: great weeds do grow apace.' And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste. Duchess: Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a-growing and so leisurely That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Archbishop: And so no doubt he is, my gracious madam. Duchess: I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York: Now, by my troth, if I had been rememb'red, I could have given my uncle's Grace a flout To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine. Duchess: How, my young York? I prithee let me hear it. York: Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old. 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would been a biting jest. Duchess: I prithee, pretty York, who told thee this? York: Grandam, his nurse. Duchess: His nurse! Why she was dead ere thou wast born. York: If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Queen Elizabeth: A parlous boy! Go to, you are too shrewd. Archbishop: Good madam, be not angry with the child. Queen Elizabeth: Pitchers have ears. Enter a Messenger. Archbishop: Here comes a messenger. What news? Messenger: Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report. Queen Elizabeth: How doth the Prince? Messenger: Well, madam, and in health. Duchess: What is thy news? Messenger: Lord Rivers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret, and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. Duchess: Who hath committed them? Messenger: The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham. Archbishop: For what offence? Messenger: The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd. Why or for what the nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord. Queen Elizabeth: Ay me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all. Duchess: Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my sons were toss'd For me to joy and weep their gain and loss; And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves the conquerors Make war upon themselves – brother to brother, Blood to blood, self against self. O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen, Or let me die, to look on death no more! Queen Elizabeth: Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary. Duchess: Madam, farewell. Stay, I will go with you. Queen Elizabeth: You have no cause. Archbishop: [To the Queen] My gracious lady, go. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your Grace The seal I keep; and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Go, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. How do you think Shakespeare makes this scene such a powerfully dramatic ending to Act 2?