We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. North. Then thus: Blanc, a bay I have from Port le In Britany, receiv'd intelligence, That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, [The heir of the late Earl of Arundel,] That late broke from the duke of Exeter, His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Thomas Erpingham, sir John Ramston, Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Francis Quoint, All these, well furnish'd by the duke of Bre tagne, With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all due expedience, that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. [Exeunt.] The same A Room in the Palace." Enter Queen, BUSHY, and Bagot. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promis'd, when you parted with the king, Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause shadows, Which shew like grief itself, but are not so: Which look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows not seen: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, be so, As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. Queen. 'Tis nothing lefs: conceit is still deriv'd From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; For nothing hath begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: 'Tis in reversion that I do possefs; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot. Enter GREEN. Green. God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope, the king is not yet ship'd for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope, he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope; And driven into despair an enemy's hope, 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 Rofs, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all the rest of the revolting faction Traitors. Green. We have: whereupon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the houshold-servants fled with him To Bolingbroke. Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Queen. Who shall hinder me I will despair, and be at enmity ? With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. O, full of careful business are his looks! Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Enter a Servant. Ser. 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. Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: To-day, as I came by, I called there; Ser. An hour before I came, the dutchefs died. York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do:: I would to God, (So my untruth had not provok'd him to it,) The king had cut off my head with my brother's. What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come, sister, cousin, I would say: pray, par -- don me. Go, fellow, [to the ser.] get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit serv.] 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 wrong'd; Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. |