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But by bad courses may be vnderstood,

That their events can neuer fall out good.

King. Go Bufbie, to the earle of Wiltshire straight,
Bid him repayre to vs to Elye house,

To fee this bufineffe: to morrow next
We will for Ireland, and t'is time I trow;
And wee create in abfence of our felfe,
Our vnckle Yorke, lord gouernour of England;
For he is iuft, and alwaies loued vs well :
Come on our queene, to morrow must we part,
Be merry, for our time of stay is short.

Exeunt king and queene. Manet North *.
North. Well lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead.
Roffe. And liuing too, for now his fonne is duke.
Willough. Barely in title, not in reuenewes.

North. Richly in both, if iuftice had her right.

Exit.

Roffe. My heart is great, but it must breake with filence, Er't be difburdened with a liberall tongue.

North. Nay fpeak thy mind, and let him nere speak more, That fpeakes thy words againe, to do thee harme.

Willough. Tend's that thou wouldft fpeake, to the D. of If it be fo, out with it boldly man,

Quicke is mine care to heare of good towards him.

Roffe. No good at all, that I can doe for him: Vnleffe you call it good, to pitty him,

Bereft and gelded of his patrimonie.

(Herford?

North. Now afore God† t'is fhame fuch wrongs are borne

In him a royall prince, and many mo
Of noble blood in this declining land:
The king is not himselfe, but bafely led
By flatterers, and what they will informe,

Willoughby, and Rafs, fourth Edition,

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Meerely

Meerely in hate against any of vs all,
That will the king feuerely prosecute

Against vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.

Roffe. The commons hath he pild * with grieuous taxes, And quite loft their hearts. The nobles hath he fin'd For ancient quarrels, and quite loft their hearts. Willoug. And dayly new exactions are deuifd, As blancks, beneuolences, and I wot not what.

North. But what a Gods name doth become of this? † Willo. Warres hath not wasted it; for warr'd he hath not, But bafely yeilded vpon compromife,

That which his noble || auncestors atchieud with blowes:
More hath he spent in peace, then they in warres.

Roffe. The earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme.
Wil. The king's § growne banckrout like a broken man.
North. Reproach and defolution hangeth ouer him.
Roffe. He hath not money for these Irish warres,
His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,
But by the robbing of the banisht duke.

North. His noble kinfman most degenerate king:

But lords, we heare this fearefull tempeft fing,
Yet feeke no (helter to auoyde the storme.

We fee the winde fit fore vpon our failes,

And yet we strike not, but fecurely perish.

Roffe. We fee the very wracke that we must fuffer, And vnauoyded is the danger now,

For fuffering fo the causes of our wracke.

North. Not fo, euen through the hollow eies of death, I efpie life peering **; but I dare not fay,

How neere the tidings of our comfort is.

Wil. Nay let vs fhare thy thoughts, as thou doft ours.

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Roffe. Be confident to speake Northumberland,
We three are but thy felfe; and fpeaking fo,
Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold.
North. Then thus: I haue from Le port blan
(A bay in Britaine *) receiude intelligence,
That Harry duke of Herford, Raynold L. Cobham,
That late broke from the duke of Exeter
His brother archbishop late of Canterbury,

Sir Thomas Erpingham, fir Iohn Ramston †,

Sir John Norberie, fir Robert Waterton, and Francis Coines
All these well furnished by the duke of Britaine,
With eight tall ships, three thousand men of warre,
Are making hither with all due expedience,

And shortly meane to touch our northern shore,
Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
The first departing of the king for Ireland:

If then we shall shake off our countries § flauifh yoke,
Impe §§ out our drowping countries broken wing,
Redeeme from broken †† pawne the blemisht crowne,
Wipe of the duft that hides our fcepters guilt §§§,
And make high maieftie looke like it felfe,
Away with me in poft to Rauenfpurgh:
But if you faint, as fearing to do fo,

Stay, and be fecret, and my felfe will go.

Roffe. To horfe, to horse, vrge doubts to them that feare. Willo. Hold out my horfe, and I will firft be there.

Enter the queene, Bufhie, and Bagot.

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Bufh. Madam, your maieftie is too much fadde,
You promist when you parted with the king,

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To lay afide halfe *-harming heauinesse,
And entertaine a cheerefull difpofition.

Queene. To please the king I did, to please my selfe
I cannot doo it; yet I know no caufe

Why I should welcome fuch a guest as griefe,
Saue bidding farewell to fo fwcete a guest,
As my sweete Richard: yet againe me thinks
Some vnborne forrow ripe in fortunes wombe,
Is comming towards me and my inward foule,
With nothing trembles, at fome thing it grieues,
More then with parting from my lord the king.

Busb. Each fubftance of a griefe hath † twenty fhadowes
Which fhewes like griefe it felfe, but is not so:
For forrowes eyes glazed with blinding teares,
Deuides one thing entire to many obiects,
Like perfpectiues, which rightly gazde vpon,
Shew nothing but confufion, eyde awry,
Distinguish forme: fo your fweete maiestie,
Looking awry vpon your lords departure,
Find fhapes of griefe more then himfelfe to waile,
Which lookt on as it is, is naught but fhadowes
Of what it is not, then thrice (gracious queene)

More then your lords departure weepe not, more is not feene, Or if it be, tis with falfe forrowes eyes §,

Which for things true, weepes things imaginarie.

Queene. It may be fo, but yet my inward foule Perfwades me it is otherwife: how ere it be,

I cannot but be fad; fo heauie fad,

As though on thinking on, no thought I thinke,
Makes me with heauie nothing faint and shrinke,
Bufb. Tis nothing but conceite (my gracious lady.)

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Queene. Tis nothing leffe, conceite is still deriude
From fome forefather griefe, mine is not fo;
For nothing hath begot my fomething griefe,
Or fomething hath the nothing that I grieue,
Tis in reverfion that I doe poffeffe:

But what it is, that is not yet knowne, what
I cannot name, tis nameleffe woe I wot. *

Greene. God+ faue your maieftie, and well met gentlemen, I hope the king is not yet fhipt for Ireland.

Queene. Why hopeft thou fo? tis better hope he is, For his defignes craue haft, his haft ‡ good hope: Then wherefore doft thou hope he is not fhipt?

Greene. That he our hope might haue retirde his power
And driuen into defpaire an enemies hope,
Who ftrongly hath fet footing in this land,
The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe,

And with vplifted armes is fafe ariude at Rauenfpurgh.
Queene. Now God in heauen forbid.

Greene. Ah madam, tis too true; and that is worse :
The lord Northumberland, his young fonne H. Percie,
The lords of Roffe, Beaumond, and Willoughbie,
With all their powerfull friends, are fled to him.
Bufb. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland
And the rest of the reuolting | faction, traytours?
Greene. We haue, wherevpon the earle of Worcester,
Hath broke his staffe, refignd his stewardship,

And all the houshold feruants fled with him to Bullingbrooke.
Queene. So Greene, thou art the midwife of my woe,

And Bullingbrooke, my forrowes difmall heire:
Now hath my foule brought foorth her prodigie,
And I a gafping new deliuered mother,

Haue woe to woe, forrow to forrow ioynd.

Enter Greene, fourth Edition. + Heaven

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