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Green. Here comes the duke of York. Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck; O, full of careful business are his looks!—— Uncle,
For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words.
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. Your husband he is gone to save far off,
Whilst others come to make him lose at home:
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. it York. He was?-Why, so!-go all which
The nobles they are fled, the commons cold,
Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster;
Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: To-day, as I came by, I called there;
But I shall grieve you to report, the rest.
York. What is it, knave?
Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died.
Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
8. Get thee to Plashy,] The lordship of Plashy, was a town of the duchess of Gloster's in Essex.
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 posts despatch'd for Ireland?How shall we do for money for these wars?— Come, sister, cousin, I would
Go, fellow, [To the Servant.] get thee home, pro
vide some carts,
And bring away the armour that is there.
Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd;
But time will not permit:-All is uneven,
[Exeunt YORK and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, po
untruth-] That is, disloyalty, treachery.
'The king had cut off my head with my brother's.] None of York's brothers had his head cut off, either by the King or any one else. The Duke of Gloster, to whose death he probably alludes, was secretly murdered at Calais, being smothered between two beds.
2 Come, sister,—cousin, I would say:] This is one of Shakspeare's touches of nature. York is talking to the Queen his cousin, but the recent death of his sister is uppermost in his mind.
But none returns. For us to levy 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
Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them,
Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we,
The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office The hateful commons will perform for us; ml Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
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
Green. Well, we may meet again.
I fear me, never. [Exeunt.
The Wilds in Glostershire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND,
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?
I am a stranger here in Glostershire.
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways,
From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found
Enter HARRY PERCY.
North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.— 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 good lord; he hath forsook the
Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd
The household of the king.
What was his reason?
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg,
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, 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 ser
Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young;
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure,
North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard: