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From some forefather grief; mine is not so;
Enter GREEN. 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. 0, 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 ? 2
Green. We have; whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resigned his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Boling broke
1 Retired, i. e. drawn it back; a French sense. 2 The first quarto, 1597, reads :
“ 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.
; Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.
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.
Proportionable to the enemy,
Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love,
love Lies in their purses ; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con
demned. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol
Bushy. Thither will I with you ; for little office
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty.
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever.
I fear me, never.
The Wilds in Glostershire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with
North. Believe me, noble lord,
These high, wild hills, and rough, uneven ways,
Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Enter HARRY PERCY.
health of you.
Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court,
What was his reason ?
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
1 To joy is here used as a verb; it is equivalent with to rejoice. “To joy, to clap hands, to rejoyce.”-Baret.