In Brittany, received intelligence, That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Francis All these well furnished by the duke of Bretagne, go. Ross. To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen, BUSHY, and BAGot. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad. You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition. 1 The line in brackets, which was necessary to complete the sense, has been supplied upon the authority of Holinshed. Something of a similar import must have been omitted by accident in the old copies. When the wing-feathers of a hawk were dropped or forced out by any accident, it was usual to supply as many as were deficient. This operation was called "to imp a hawk." Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, Which show like grief itself, but are not so; seen; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. 2 As-though, in thinking, on no thought I think — Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. 1 This may have reference to that kind of optical delusion called anamorphosis; which is a perspective projection of a picture, so that at one point of view, it shall appear a confused mass, or different to what it really is; in another, an exact and regular representation. Sometimes it is made to appear confused to the naked eye, and regular when viewed in a glass or mirror of a certain form. 2 The old copies have "on thinking," which is an evident error: we should read, "As though in thinking;" i. e. "though musing, I have no idea of calamity." The involuntary and unaccountable depression of the mind which every one has sometimes felt, is here very forcibly described. From some forefather grief; mine is not so; But what it is, that is not yet known; what Enter GREEN. Green. God save your majesty!-and well met, gentlemen. I hope the king is not yet shipped for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope he is; And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Queen. Now, God in heaven forbid! Green. O, madam, 'tis too true; and that is worse,The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry Percy, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors? 2 1 Retired, i. e. drawn it back; a French sense. 2 The first quarto, 1597, reads: "And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors?" The folio, and the quarto of 1598 and 1608: "And the rest of the revolting faction, traitors?" Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir. Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; And I, a gasping, new-delivered mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined. Bushy. Despair not, madam. Queen. I will despair, and be at enmity Who shall hinder me? With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Uncle, For Heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts. Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. Your husband he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.- Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. York. He was?-Why, so!-go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: To-day, as I came by, I called there; But I shall grieve you to report the rest. York. What is it, knave? Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woful land at once! I know not what to do.-I would to Heaven Come, sister,3-cousin, I would say; pray, pardon Go, fellow, [To the Servant.] get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armor that is there. [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen; The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; the other, again, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wronged; Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you.-Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkley castle. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit.-All is uneven, [Exeunt YORK and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, For us to levy power, But none returns. 1 Disloyalty, treachery. 2 Not one of York's brothers had his head cut off, either by the king or any one else. Gloster, to whose death he probably alludes, was smothered between two beds at Calais. 3 York is talking to the queen, his cousin, but the recent death of his sister is uppermost in his mind. |