960982Saue bidding farewell to
so
sweete a gue
st,
961983As my
sweete Richard: yet agayne me thinkes
962984Some vnborne
sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe,
963985Is comming towardes me and my inward
soule,
964986With nothing trembles, at
something it grieues,
965987More then with parting from my Lord the King.
966988Bushie Each
sub
stance of a griefe hath twenty
shadowes,
967989Which
shewes like griefe it
selfe, but is not
so:
968990For Sorrowes eyes glazed with blinding teares,
969991Diuides one thing entire to many obie
cts,
970992Like per
spe
ctiues, which rightly gazde vpon
971993Shew nothing but confu
sion; eyde awry,
972994Di
stingui
sh forme:
so your
sweet maie
stie,
973995Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,
974996Finde
shapes of griefe more than him
selfe to waile,
975997Which lookt on as it is, is naught but
shadows
976998Of what it is not; then thrice (gracious Queene)
977999More then your Lords departure weep not, more is not
seen
9781000Or if it be, tis with fal
se Sorrowes eye,
9791001Which for things true, weepes things imaginarie.
9801002Queene It may be
so; but yet my inward
soule
9811003Per
swades me it is otherwi
se: how ere it be,
9821004I cannot but be
sad:
so heauie
sad,
9831005As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke,
9841006Makes me with heauy nothing faint and
shrinke.
9851007Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady.
9861008Queene Tis nothing le
sse: conceit is
still deriude,
9871009From
some forefather griefe, mine is not
so,
9881010For nothing hath begot my
something griefe.
9891011Or
something hath the nothing that I grieue,
9901012Tis in reuer
sion that I do po
sse
sse,
9911013But what it is that is not yet knowen what,
9921014I cannot name, tis namele
sse woe I wot.
9941015Greene God
saue your maie
sty, and well met Gentlemen,
9951016I hope the King is not yet
shipt for Ireland.
9961017Queene Why hope
st thou
so? tis better hope he is,
9971018For his de
signes craue ha
ste, his ha
ste good hope:
9981019Then wherefore do
st thou hope he is not
shipt
? Greene