North. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear, to hear of good towards him. North. Now, afore heaven, 'his shame, such 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Ross. The commons hath he pill'd with griev ous taxes, And lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fin'd For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. Willo. And daily new exactions are devis'd; As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o 'God's name, doth become of this? North. Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, But basely yielded upon compromise 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, Ilis burdenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke. North. His noble kinsman : — Most degenerate But, Lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, And unavoided is the danger now, I spy life peering; but I dare not say Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: North. Then thus: I have from Port le That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, All these, well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne, that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be [Exeunt. there. SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Palace, Enter Queen, Busny, and Bacot, Bushy. Madam, your Majesty is too much sad: You promis'd, when you parted with the King, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition, Queen. To please the King, I did; to please myself, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause. Which show like grief itself, but are not so: more's not seen: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, As,though, in thinking, on no thought I think, ' Lady. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriv'd From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; For nothing hath begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve; "Tis in reversion that I do possess ; 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; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope; Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd? Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, 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, And all the rest of the revolting faction Green. We have: where on the Earl of Wor Hath broke his staff, cester resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke. |