And with uplifted arms is fafe arriv'd At Ravenfpurg. Queen. Now God in heav'n forbid! Green. O, Madam, 'tis too true; and what is worse, Green. We have; whereon the Earl of Worcester Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe, And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal heir. * Now hath my foul brought forth her prodigy, Queen. Who fhall hinder me? I will defpair, and be at enmity Who gently would diffolve the bands of life, SCENE VII. Enter York. Green. Here comes the Duke of York. * My forrow's difmal heir.] The authour feems to have ufed heir in an improper fenfe; an heir being one that inherits by fucceffion, is here put for one that fucceeds, though he fucceeds but in order of time, not in order of descent. Comfort's Comfort's in heav'n, and we are on the earth, Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your fon was gone before I came. York. He was why, fo-go all, which way it will→ The Nobles they are fled, the Commons cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's fide. Get thee to Plafbie, to my fifter Glo'fter; Bid her fend presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring. Serv. My lord, I had forgot To tell, to-day I came by, and call'd there; Serv. An hour before I came, the Dutchefs dy'd. York. Heav'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes Come rushing on this woful land at once! I know not what to do. I would to heav'n, So my untruth had not provok'd him to it, Come, fifter; coufin, I would fay; pray, pardon me.- [To the Servant. And bring away the armour that is there. -] nicle, p. 13; 8 Get thee to Plafhie, The Lordship of Plafhie was a Town of the Dutchess of Glouafter's in Effex. See Hale's Chró alty, treachery. THEOBALD. That is, Difley If I know how to order thefe affairs, Never believe me. They are both my kinfmen; My kinfman is, One whom the King hath wrong'd; But time will not permit. And every thing is left at fix and feven. All is uneven, [Exeunt York and Queen, SCENE VIII. Bufhy. The wind fits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns; for us to levy Power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impoflible. Green. Befides, our Nearnefs to the King in Love Is near the Hate of thofe, love not the King. Bagot. And that's the wav'ring Commons, for their Lies in their purfes; and who empties them, Green. Well; I'll for Refuge ftraight to Bristol Castle; The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. Buby. Thither will I with you; for little office Bagot. No, I'll to Ireland to his Majefty. Farewel. Farewel. If heart's Prefages be not vain, Green. Alas, poor Duke! the task he undertakes Bagot. I fear me, never. SCENE IX, [Exeunt. Changes to a wild Profpect in Glocestershire. Boling. Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland. How W far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? And hope to joy, is little lefs in joy, Boling. Of much lefs value is my company, Enter Enter Percy. North. It is my fon, young Harry Percy, Percy. I thought, my lord, t'have learn'd his health North. Why, is he not with the Queen? Percy. No, my good lord, he hath for fook the Court, Broken his ftaff of office, and difpers'd The Houfhold of the King. North. What was his reafon? He was not fo refolv'd, when laft we fpake together. To offer fervice to the Duke of Hereford; What Pow'r the Duke of York had levy'd there; North. Then learn to known him now; this is the Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my fervice, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young, Which elder days fhall ripen and confirm To more approved fervice and defert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, I count my self in nothing else fo happy, As in a foul remembring my good friends: And as my Fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompence. My heart this cov'nant makes, my hand thus feals it. North. How far is it to Berkley? and what ftir Keeps good old York there with his men of war? Percy. |