Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown, 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: For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, 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. 5 gilt,] i. e. gilding; superficial display of gold. Divides one thing entire to many objects; 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. 6 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 different appearances described by the poet. The word shadows is here used, Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope, he is; And driven into despair an enemy's hope, 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 revolting 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? 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. 7 might have retir'd his power,] Might have drawn it back. A French sense. +"And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors?" MALONE. With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Uncle, For heaven'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, Where nothing lives, but crosses, care, and grief. Your husband he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your son was gone will! The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, † Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; + "the commons they are cold,"— MALONE. way it 8 Get thee to Plashy,] The lordship of Plashy, was a town of the duchess of Gloster's in Essex. Its history and antiquities were published some years ago by Mr. Gough; but this work does not appear to have been consulted by the commentators. 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. Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. me. 1 Go, fellow, [to the Servant,] get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant. Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; 9 untruth-] That is, disloyalty, treachery. 1 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. +"What, are there no posts," &c.- MALONE. 2 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. "Thus disorderly thrust" - MALONE. "Gentlemen, go," &c. MALONE. |