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Rofs. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bagot.
Queen. To please the king, I did ; to please myself,
Buhy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which thew like grief itself, but are not so: For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects ; ? Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz’d upon, Shew nothing but confusion ; ey'd awry, Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail ;
• With ncibing trembles :)-At what hath yet no existence. P Like perspectives, )-Like pictures pasted on an indented board, which, if held in a dirtel position, nothing appears but confusion; if obliquely, you perceive the intended images.
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
Queen. It may be fo; but yet my inward soul
Bussy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
Queen. 'Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriv’d From some fore-father grief; mine is not fo; 'For nothing hath begot my something grief ; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve : s 'Tis in reversion that I do poffefs ; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name ; 'tis nameless woe, I wot,
Green. Heaven save your majesty !-- and well met,
gentlemen :I hope, the king is not yet fip'd for Ireland.
Queen. Why hop'lt thou so ? 'tis better hope, he is; For his designs crave hafte, his halte good hope ; Then wherefore doft thou hope, he is not ship'd ?
Green. That he, our hope, might have' recir'd his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
though, in thinking, on no thought I think,]—though I have not an idea of any diftinct calamity.
· For not bing barb, &c.] - Whether the cause of this my prematurd concern be real or imaginary, it can never be properly ascribed to conceit, whose constant bafis is some past occurrence.
• 'Tis in reverfion ibat I do poleds ;-What I thus severely anticipate is yet in embryo.
Queen. Now God in heaven forbid !
Green. O, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland,
Green. We have : whereupon the earl of Worcester
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe,
Busby. Despair not, madam.
Queen. Who shall hinder me?
Green. Here comes the duke of York.
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck ;
repeals bimself,]— hath recalled himself, abrogated his sentence of exile.
York. Should I do so, I should bely my thoughts ;
Enter a Servant,
York. He was? - Why, lo!--go all which way it will!
Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
York. What is it, knave?
York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide. of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! I know not what to do :-—I would to heaven, (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 dispatch'd for Ireland ?How shall we do for money for these wars ? Come, lifter,—cousin, I would say; pray, pardon me. * Plashg,]—a town in Essex, belonging to the Dutchess of Glofier. * uniruth]-treachery, disloyalty.
Come, lifter,]-Thinking on the late Dutchess. VOL. III.
Both are my
Go, fellow, get thee home, provide fome.carts,
(To the fervant.
[Exeunt Pork and Queen.
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 judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we have been ever near ite king.
Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle ; The earl of Wiltshire is already there.