Bufb. Difpaire not madam. Queene. Who shall hinder me? * I will difpaire and be at enmitie Who gently would diffolue the bands of life, Greene. Heere comes the duke of Yorke. Queene. With fignes of warre about his aged necke: Whilft others come to make him || loose at home: Who weake with age, cannot fupport my felfe. Sirra, get thee to Plafbie to my fifter Glocefter, Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, But I fhall grieue you to report the rest. Yorke. What i'st knaue. Ser. An houre before I came, the dutcheffe died. If I know how or which way to order thefe affayres, Neuer beleeue mee: both are my kinsmen ; Is my kinfman, whom the king hath wrong'd, Ile dispose of you: gentlemen, goe mufter vp your men, I fhould to Plafie too, but time will not permit : Exeunt duke and queene: manent Bushie and Greene. Bush. The wind fits faire for newes to go for ** Ireland, But none returnes. For vs to leuie power Proportionable to the enemie, is all vnpoffible. Greene. Befides, our neereneffe to the king in loue, Is neere the hate of those loue not the king. Bag. And that is the wauering commons; for their loue Lies in their purfes, and who fo empties them, By fo much fils their hearts with deadly hate. Bufb. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. Bag. If iudgement lie, in them, then fo do we, Because we euer haue been neere the king. Greene. Well, I will for refuge straight to Brist. † castle, The earle of Wiltshire is already there. Bufb. Thither will will I with you, for little office Will the hatefull commons performe for vs, Except like curres, to teare vs all in peeces: Will you goe along with vs ? Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his maieftie: Farewell, if hearts prefages be not vaine, We three heere part, that neere shall meete againe. Bufb Thats as Torke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrooke. Greene. Alas poore duke, the taske he vndertakes, Is numbring fands, and drinking oceans dry, Where one on his fide fights, thousands will flie: Farewell at once, for once, for all and cuer, Bufb. Well, wee may meete againe. Bag. I feare me neuer. || Enter Hereford: Northumberland. Bull. How farre is it my lord to Barckly now? I am a ftranger in Glocefterfbire, Thefe high wild § hils and rough vneuen wayes, • Therein + Briftoll fourth edition. This line with the following one is given to Bushy, Scana Tertia. But But I bethinke me what a wearie way, And hope to ioy is little leffe in ioy, Then hope inioyed: by this the wearie lords Bul. Of much leffe value is my company, Then your good words. But who comes heere? Enter Harry Percie. North. It is my fonne, young Harrie Perfie, Sent from my brother Worcester whenfoeuer † : Harry, how fares your vnckle? Per. I had thought my lord to haue learned his health of (you H. Per. No my good lord, he hath forfooke the court, Broken his ftaffe of office, and difperft The houshold of the king. North. What was his reafon ? he was not fo refolu'd, When last we fpake together. H. Per. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitour; But he my lord is gone to Rauenspurgh, To offer feruice to the duke of Herford, And fent me ouer by Barckly to discouer, What power the duke of Yorke had leuied there, • Cortfield tubencefoezer we laft H. Per. H. Per. No my good lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember, to my knowledge I neuer in my life did looke on him. Nouth. Then learne to know him now, this is the duke. Which elder daies fhall ripen and confirme * Bul. I thanke thee gentle Percie, and be sure, H. P. There ftands the caftle by yon tuft of trees, Nor. Here comes the lords of Roffe and Willoughby, ‡ Bloudy with fpurring, fierie red with haft. Bul. Welcome my lords, I wot your loue purfues A banisht traitour: all my treasurie Is yet but vnfelt thanks, which more enricht, Roffe. Your presence makes vs rich, most noble lord. Which till my infant fortune comes to yeares, * my +timate Enter Roffe and Willoughby § Enter Barkely Barck. |