Queen. It may be fo; but yet my inward foul As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think,— Busby. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. But what it is, that is not yet known; what Enter GREEN. Green. God fave your majefty!-and well met, gentlemen : I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'ft thou fo? 'tis better hope he is For his defigns crave haste, his hafte good hope; Then wherefore doft thou hope, he is not shipp'd? Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his power, And driven into defpair an enemy's hope, Who ftrongly hath fet footing in this land: Queen. Now God in heaven forbid! Green. O, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,— The lord Northumberland, his young fon Henry Percy, The lords of Rofs, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are filed to him. Busby Busby. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all the rest of the revolting faction, Traitors? Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, refign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke. Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, Now hath my foul brought forth her prodigy; Have woe to woe, forrow to forrow join'd. Queen. Who fhall hinder me? I will defpair, and be at enmity With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, A parafite, a keeper-back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Uncle, For heaven's fake, fpeak comfortable words. York. Should I do fo, I should belie my thoughts: Now comes the fick hour that his surfeit made; Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your fon was gone before I came. will! The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's fide.- Get thee to Plashy, to my fifter Gloster ; Bid her fend me prefently a thoufand pound :- Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: But I fhall grieve you to report the reft. Serv. An hour before I came, the duchefs died. Come, fifter,-coufin, I would fay: pray, pardon me.- carts, And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go mufter men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, oath Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen But time will not permit :-All is uneven, [Exeunt YORK and Queen. Busby. The wind fits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impoffible. 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 whofo empties them, Busby. Wherein the king stands generally condemn’d. Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle Busby. Thither will I with you: for little office Bagot. No, I'll to Ireland to his majesty. D 3 Busby. Bufby. That's as York thrives to beat back Boling broke. Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is-numb'ring fands, and drinking oceans dry; Where one on his fide fights, thousands will fly. Busby. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever, Green. Well, we may meet again. Bagot. I fear me, never. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND with Forces. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? I am a stranger here in Gloftershire. These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, The present benefit which I poffefs: And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Than hope enjoy'd by this the : weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done Boling. |