And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. 290 [Exeunt. 300 SCENE II. Windsor Castle. Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: Queen. To please the king I did; to please myself I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, 289. they stay the first departing, etc. This motive is invented. According to Holinshed they landed four months after Richard's departure. 292. Imp out, graft new feathers upon, piece out (a term of falconry). 293. broken pawn, pawn in the hands of brokers, or base agents. 296. Ravenspurgh, an old port and haven on the north of the Humber mouth, destroyed by the advance of the sea in the course of the sixteenth century. Sc. 2. Windsor Castle. The place intended is conjectural; but Holinshed says that Richard left his queen at Windsor. Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary. As, though on thinking on no thought I think, 18. perspectives, glasses producing optical illusion. The special kind of illusion here meant is illustrated by a contemporary account of the pictures of Henry IV. of France and his queen at Gerards Bromley, 'both upon the same indented board, which if beheld directly you only perceive a confused piece of work; but if obliquely, of one side you see the king's, and IO 20 30 on the other the queen's picture' (Plot's Natural History of Staffordshire). 20. Distinguish, show distinctly. 31. though. So Ff; 'thought' Q1. 31. on thinking, 'a-thinking,' in thinking. 'So sad, as makes me, though in my brooding I have no distinct thought, yet faint with indefinable oppression.' Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived 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. For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope : his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Queen. Now God in heaven forbid ! Green. Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is 40 50 grief, keeping back from me the deeper sorrow which will become mine ("by reversion ") when I know it.' 48. strongly, with a large force. 49. repeals, recalls. The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, And all the rest revolted faction traitors? Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. 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 God'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, 58. the Earl of Worcester. Thomas Percy, brother of Northumberland. 59. his staff, his official staff, as Steward of the Household. 60 70 64. prodigy, monstrous birth. 72. lingers, prolongs. 75. careful, grievous. 76. comfortable, comfort-giv ing. Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief. 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. 80 Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; 90 Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring. 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 't, knave? Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. York. God 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 God, So my untruth had not provoked him to it, The king had cut off my head with my brother's. What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come, sister,-cousin, I would say,-pray, pardon me. VOL. VI IOI. untruth, disloyalty. N 100 |