953Bush. Madam, your Maiesty is too much sad,

954You promis'd when you parted with the King,

955To lay aside selfe-harming heauinesse,

956And entertaine a cheerefull disposition.

957Qu. To please the King, I did: to please my selfe

958I cannot do it: yet I know no cause

959Why I should welcome such a guest as greefe,

960Saue bidding farewell to so sweet a guest

961As my sweet Richard; yet againe me thinkes,

962Some vnborne sorrow, ripe in fortunes wombe

963Is comming towards me, and my inward soule

964With nothing trembles, at something it greeues,

965More then with parting from my Lord the King.

966Bush. Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows

967Which shewes like greefe it selfe, but is not so:

968For sorrowes eye, glazed with blinding teares,

969Diuides one thing intire, to many obiects,

970Like perspectiues, which rightly gaz'd vpon

971Shew nothing but confusion, ey'd awry,

972Distinguish forme: so your sweet Maiestie

973Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,

974Finde shapes of greefe, more then himselfe to waile,

975Which look'd on as it is, is naught bur shadowes

976Of what it is not: then thrice-gracious Queene,

977More then your Lords departure weep not, more's not (seene;

978Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrowes eie,

979Which for things true, weepe things imaginary.

980Qu. It may be so: but yet my inward soule

981Perswades me it is otherwise: how ere it be,

982I cannot but be sad: so heauy sad,

983As though on thinking on no thought I thinke,

984Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke.

985Bush. 'Tis nothing but conceit (my gracious Lady.)

986Qu. 'Tis nothing lesse: conceit is still deriu'd

987From some fore-father greefe, mine is not so,

988For nothing hath begot my something greefe,

989Or something, hath the nothing that I greeue,

990'Tis in reuersion that I do possesse,

991But what it is, that is not yet knowne, what

992I cannot name, 'tis namelesse woe I wot.

994Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty, and wel met Gentle-(men:

995I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland.

996Qu Why hop'st thou so? Tis better hope he is:

997For his designes craue hast, his hast good hope,

998Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt?

999Gre. That he our hope, might haue retyr'd his power,

1000and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope,

1001Who strongly hath set footing in this Land.

1002The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe,

1003And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd

1004At Rauenspurg.

1005Qu. Now God in heauen forbid.

1006Gr. O Madam 'tis too true: and that is worse,

1007The L. Northumberland, his yong sonne Henrie Percie,

1008The Lords of Rosse, Beaumond, and Willoughby,

1009With all their powrefull friends are fled to him.

1010Bush. Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland

1011And the rest of the reuolted faction, Traitors?

1012Gre. We haue: whereupon the Earle of Worcester

1013Hath broke his staffe, resign'd his Stewardship,

1014And al the houshold seruants fled with him to Bullinbrook

1015Qu. So Greene, thou art the midwife of my woe,

1016And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre:

1017Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie,

1018And I a gasping new deliuered mother,

1019Haue woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd.

1020Bush. Dispaire not Madam.

1021Qu. Who shall hinder me?

1022I will dispaire, and be at enmitie

1023With couzening hope; he is a Flatterer,

1024A Parasite, a keeper backe of death,

1025Who gently would dissolue the bands of life,

1026Which false hopes linger in extremity.

1028Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke.

1029Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke,

1030Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes:

1031Vncle, for heauens sake speake comfortable words:

1032Yor. Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth,

1033Where nothing liues but crosses, care and greefe:

1034Your husband he is gone to saue farre off,

1035Whilst others come to make him loose at home:

1036Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land,

1037Who weake with age, cannot support my selfe:

1038Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made,

1039Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.

1041Ser. My Lord, your sonne was gone before I came.

1042Yor. He was: why so: go all which way it will:

1043The Nobles they are fled, the Commons they are cold,

1044And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side.

1045Sirra, get thee to Plashie to my sister Gloster,

1046Bid her send me presently a thousand pound,

1047Hold, take my Ring.

1048Ser. My Lord, I had forgot

1049To tell your Lordship, to day I came by, and call'd there,

1050But I shall greeue you to report the rest.

1051Yor. What is`t knaue?

1052Ser. An houre before I came, the Dutchesse di'de.

1053Yor. Heau'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes

1054Come rushing on this wofull Land at once?

1055I know not what to do: I would to heauen

1056(So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it)

1057The King had cut off my head with my brothers.

1058What, are there postes dispatcht for Ireland?

1059How shall we do for money for these warres?

1060Come sister (Cozen I would say) pray pardon me.

1061Go fellow, get thee home, poouide some Carts,

1062And bring away the Armour that is there.

1063Gentlemen, will you muster men?

1064If I know how, or which way to order these affaires

1065Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,

1066Neuer beleeue me. Both are my kinsmen,

1067Th' one is my Soueraigne, whom both my oath

1068And dutie bids defend: th' other againe

1069Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrong'd,

1070Whom conscience, and my kindred bids to right:

1071Well, somewhat we must do: Come Cozen,

1072Ile dispose of you. Gentlemen, go muster vp your men,

1073And meet me presently at Barkley Castle:

1074I should to Plashy too: but time will not permit,

1075All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at six and seuen. Exit

1076Bush. The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland,

1077But none returnes: For vs to leuy power

1078Proportionable to th' enemy, is all impossible.

1079Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue,

1080Is neere the hate of those loue not the King.

1081BaAnd that's the wauering Commons, for their loue

1082Lies in their purses, and who so empties them,

1083By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate.

1084Bush. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd

1085Bag. If iudgement lye in them, then so do we,

1086Because we haue beene euer neere the King.

1087Gr. Well: I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle,

1088The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there.

1089Bush. Thither will I with you, for little office

1090Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs,

1091Except like Curres, to teare vs all in peeces:

1092Will you go along with vs?

1093Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his Maiestie:

1094Farewell, if hearts presages be not vaine,

1095We three here part, that neu'r shall meete againe.

1096Bu. That's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke

1097Gr. Alas poore Duke, the taske he vndertakes

1098Is numbring sands, and drinking Oceans drie,

1099Where one on his side fights, thousands will flye.

1100Bush. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and euer.

1101Well, we may meete againe.

1102Bag. I feare me neuer. Exit.