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In Brittany, received intelligence,
that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter Queen, Bushy, and BAGOT.
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, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard. Yet, again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me; and my inward soul With nothing trembles : at something it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king. Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty
may be so; but yet my inward soul
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. 1 Retired, i. e. drawn it back; a French sense. 2 The first quarto, 1597, reads :
From some forefather grief; mine is not so;
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 ;
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 proclaimed Northumber
land, And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors ? ?
Green. We have; whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resigned his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke
“ 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,
Bushy. Despair not, madam.
Who shall hinder me?
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck;
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
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, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound.Hold, take my ring.
Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
York. What is it, knave?
York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes
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, And every thing is left at six and seven.
[Exeunt York and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power,
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.