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That which his ancestors achiev'd with blows:
Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken
North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over
Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
But by the robbing of the banish'd duke,
North. His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!
But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer; And unavoided' is the danger now,
For suffering so the causes of our wreck.
North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death,
I spy life peering; but I dare not say
How near the tidings of our comfort is.
Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. North. Then thus:-I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
In Britanny, receiv'd intelligence,
And yet we strike not,] To strike the sails, is, to contract them when there is too much wind.
·but securely perish.] We perish with too great confidence in our security.
1 And unavoided-] For unavoidable.
That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham,
All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne,
And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:
2 [The son of Richard Earl of Arundel,]
That late broke from the duke of Exeter,] I suspect that some of these lines are transposed, as well as that the poet has made a blunder in his enumeration of persons. No copy that I have seen, will authorize me to make an alteration, though according to Holinshed, whom Shakspeare followed in great measure, more than one is necessary. STEEVENS.
For the insertion of the line included within crotchets, Mr. Malone is answerable; it not being found in the old copies.
archbishop late of Canterbury,] Thomas Arundel, Archbishop of Canterbury, brother to the Earl of Arundel who was beheaded in this reign, had been banished by the parliament, and afterwards deprived by the Pope of his see, at the request of the King; whence he is here called, late of Canterbury.
Imp out] As this expression frequently occurs in our author, it may not be amiss to explain the original meaning of it. When the wing-feathers of a hawk were dropped, or forced out by any accident, it was usual to supply as many as were deficient. This operation was called, to imp a hawk.
s gilt,] i. e. gilding; superficial display of gold.
Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them
Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
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, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition.
Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself,
I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
Which show like grief itself, but are not so:
Like pérspectives, &c.] The perspectives here mentioned, were not pictures, but round crystal glasses, the convex surface of which was cut into faces, like those of the rose-diamond; the concave left uniformly smooth. These crystals-which were sometimes mounted on tortoise-shell box-lids, and sometimes fixed into ivory cases-if placed as here represented, would exhibit the dif
Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary.
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 less: conceit is still deriv'd
But what it is, that is not yet known; what
Green. God save your majesty!--and well met, gentlemen,
I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope, he is;
For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope; Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd?
ferent appearances described by the poet. The word shadows is here used, in opposition to substance, for reflected images, and not as the dark forms of bodies, occasioned by their interception of the light that falls upon them. HENLEY.
Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd
And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
Now God in heaven forbid!
Green. O, madam, 'tis too true: and that is
The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry
The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
And all the rest of the revolting faction
Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy;.
Who shall hinder me?
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope; he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
7 might have retir'd his power,] Might have drawn it back. A French sense.