Are making hither with all due expedience, Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen, BUSHY, and BAGOT. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so: 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.-STERVENS. For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, seen: 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,- Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit," my gracious lady. But what it is, that is not yet known; what Enter GREEN. 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; Like perspectives, &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 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. For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his power," And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land; The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, At Ravenspurg. Queen. Now God in heaven forbid ! Green. O, madam, 'tis too true; and that is worse, The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry Percy, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all the rest of the revolted faction, Traitors? Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke. Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Queen. I will despair, and be at enmity Who shall hinder me? With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper-back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. sense. might have retir'd his power,] Might have drawn it back. A French O, full of careful business are his looks!-- For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, Get thee to Plashy,' to my sister Gloster; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound :- Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: But I shall grieve you to report the rest. Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. (So my untruth' had not provok'd him to it,) Get thee to Plashy,] The lordship of Plashy, was a town of the duchess of of Gloster's in Essex. t 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.-RITSON. What, are there no posts despatch'd for Ireland ?— [carts, [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; I should to Plashy too ; But time will not permit :-All is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven. [Exeunt YORK and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impossible. 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 Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. [love Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. Bagot. If judgment 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 Will the hateful commons perform for us; * 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. STEEVENS. |