To lay aside life-harming heaviness, Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, More than your lord's departure weep not; more's not seen: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which for things true, weeps things imaginary. Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: Howe'er it be, I cannot be but sad; so heavy sad, As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think,— Bushy. "Tis nothing but conceit,t my gracious lady. From some fore-father 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, gentleman:I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'st thou so ? 'tis better hope, he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope; Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd? Green. That he, our hope, might have retired his power,§ * Cut glasses, used for reflecting images. + Fanciful conception. § Withdrawn it. And with uplifted arms is safe arrived 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. Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all the rest of the revolting faction Traitors? Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester To Bolingbroke. 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-deliver❜d mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd. I will despair, and be at enmity Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck; For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: 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 cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. Come, sister, cousin, I would say: pray pardon me.— Go, fellow [To the SERVANT], get thee home, provide some carts, Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know But time will not permit :-All is uneven, [Exit SERVANÍ. [Exeunt YORK and QUEEN. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impossible. Green. Besides our nearness to the king in love, Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons for their love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle; The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office The hateful commons will perform for us; Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.— Will you go along with us? Bagot. No: I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. * Disloyalty. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. Bagot. I fear me never. SCENE IHI.-The Wilds in Glostershire. [Exeunt. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? I am a stranger here in Glostershire. These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done Than your good words. But who comes here? Enter HARRY PERCY. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle ? Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispersed The household of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolved, when last we spake together. To offer service to the duke of Hereford; And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover What power the duke of York had levied there; North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him. North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm To more approved service and desert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Boling. Welcome, my lords: I wot, your love pursues Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you. And I am come to seek that name in England: And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say. Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning, To raze one title of your honour out To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will), From the most glorious regent of this land, The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Enter YORK, attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! *Time of the king's absence. [Kneels. |