NORTH. Now, afore God! 'tis shame such wrongs are borne, In him a royal prince, and many more a And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fin'd For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. WILLO. And daily new exactions are devis'dAs-blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what; But what, o' God's name, doth become of this? NORTH. Wars hath not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achiev'd with blows: More hath he spent in peace, than they in wars. Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. WILLO. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man. NORTH. Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him. Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, (His burthenous 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, Ross. We see the very wreck that we must And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck. I NORTH. Not so: even through the hollow eyes of death, 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. a Hath he pill'd-] That is, robbed, pillaged; from the French, piller. b But securely perish.] Securely, in this place, as in other instances, is used in the sense of care essly, over-confidently, foolhardily. Thus, in the Merry Wives of Windsor," Act II. Sc. 2: "She dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour;" and in the same play, Act II. Sc. 2:-" Page is an ass, a secure ass." e Thy words are but as thoughts;] Mr. Collier's annotator would read "our thoughts,"--an unhappy conjecture; for if they knew the intelligence Northumberland possessed, why need he impart it? The meaning is obviously, "We are all leagued together, and whatever you speak will be as safe in our keeping Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: A bay in Brittany, receiv'd intelligence That late broke from the duke of Exeter, All these, well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. WILLO. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. [Exeunt. d That late broke from the duke of Exeter,-] There is a lacuna here. It was Thomas, the earl of Arundel's son, who was in custody of the duke of Exeter. (See Holinshed, under the year 1399.) Malone therefore inserted the following line to perfect the sense: ["The son of Richard, earl of Arundel."] • Impout our drooping country's broken wing,—] To imp is an expression borrowed from falconry, and means, to supply or repair any wing-feathers of a hawk, which had fallen out or were broken. It is supposed to come from the Saxon impan, to grafi or inoculate. As my sweet Richard. Yet, again, methinks, BUSHY. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so: (*) Old text, Find. a As-though, in thinking,-] The old copies all read, "on thinking." More than your lord's departure, weep not; more 's not seen; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, QUEEN. It may be so; but yet my inward soul lady. QUEEN. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriv'd From some forefather grief, mine is not so; (*) First folio, weep. b'Tis nothing but conceit,-] Imagination, fanciful cen. ception. And driven into despair an enemy's hope, worse, QUEEN. Now God in heaven forbid! GREEN. O, madam, 't is too true; and, that is [Percy, The lord Northumberland, his son, young + Henry 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? Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, [my woe, QUEEN. So, Green, thou art the midwife to § And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy ; And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow, join'd. BUSHY. Despair not, madam. QUEEN. Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity O, full of careful business are his looks! thoughts: " Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Enter a Servant. SERV. My lord, your son was gone before I came. YORK. He was?-Why, so!-go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.— Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Glou cester; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: SERV. My lord, I had forgot to tell your To-day, as I came by, I called there; b SERV. An hour before I came, the duchess died. me. Go, fellow, [to the Servant] get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there.— So my untruth-] That is, faithlessness, disloyalty. d If I know how, or which way,-] The redundant, or which way, I have always suspected to be an interlineation of the poet's, who had not decided whether to read, "how to order these affairs," or, "which way to order." Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, And meet me presently at Berkley Castle. But time will not permit :-All is uneven, 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, 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. [office a And hope to joy,-] To joy is used here as to enjoy. I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire. 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? But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, 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, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm BOLING. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. 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: And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Seymour, None else of name and noble estimate. Enter YORK, attended. BOLING. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person.-My_noble uncle! [Kneels. YORK. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. BOLING. My gracious uncle! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.* So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? BOLING. My gracious uncle, let me know my On what condition stands it, and wherein? YORK. Even in condition of the worst degree,In gross rebellion, and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign. BOLING. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd But as I come, I come for Lancaster. |