Queen, So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Queen. Who shall hinder me? Enter York. Green. Here comes the Duke of York. Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Enter a Servant. Serv. My Lord, your son was gone before I came. York. He was? Why, so! go all which The nobles they are way it will! . And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. → Sirrah, Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Bid her end me presently a thousand pound; — Hold, take my ring. Serv. My Lord, I had forgot to tell your Lordship: To-day, as I came by, I called there; Serv. An hour before I came, the Duchess died, Go, fellow, [To the Servant.] get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus thrust disorderly 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, Well, somewhat me must do.-Come, coursin, I'll Dispose of you: - Go, muster up your men, But time will not permit :-All is uneven, [Exeunt YORK and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levý power, 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 whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. 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; The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy, Thither will I with you: for little office The hateful commons will perform for us; Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his Majesty. Green. Alas, poor Duke! the task he undertakes Is numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. Bushy, Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever. Green. Well, we may meet again. SCENE III. The Wilds in Glostershire. [Exeunt. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. Boling. How far is it, my Lord, to Berkley now? North. Believe me, noble Lord, These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; Which, I protest, hath very much beguil'd done By sight of what I have, your noble company. Boling. Of much less value is my company, Than your good words. But who comes here? Enter HARRY PERCY. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whenceso ever. Harry, how fares your uncle? Percy. I had thought, my Lord, to have learn'd his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the Queen? Percy. No, my Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd North. What was his reason? He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake to gether. Percy. Because your Lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my Lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, boy? Percy. No, my good Lord: for that is not forgot, Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him. North. Then learn to know him now this is the Duke. Percy. My gracious Lord, I tender you my service, |