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Queen. 'T is nothing less : conceit is still deriv'd
Green. Heaven save your majesty!—and well met, gen
Queen. Why hop'st thou so ? 't is better hope he is;
Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his power,
Queen. Now God in heaven forbid !
Green. O, madam, 't is too true; and that is worse,
Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the revolting faction traitors ?a
Green. We have: whereupon the earl of Worcester
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe,
a The folio, revolting ; the first quarto, revoltel.
Who shall hinder me?
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck;
York. [Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts :] a
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came.
York. He was ?-Why, so !-go all which way it will !
Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
York. What is it, knave ?
a This line is wanting in the folio.
Both are my
York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes
carts, And bring away the armour that is there.- [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me.
[Exeunt York and QUEEN. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power,
a The first quarto has no posts.
b Steevens omits gentlemen. It may be well to say, once for all, that we notice the principal of these changes, which are very numerous in this play, and were made without any authority from old copies, to account for the differences between our text and that of all the modern editions, except Malone's of 1821. The principle upon which Steevens invariably worked was to cut out or thrust in a word, or words, wherever he found a verse longer or shorter than ten syllables counted upon his fingers. To restore the popular text to what Shakspere wrote would, perhaps, be impossible ; for every edition, in a portable form, that has been printed within the last thirty years, makes a merit of adopting the text of Steevens and Malone,” which is, in point of fact, the text with all the corruptions of evens. Malone, when left to himself, and not working in conjunction with Steevens, knew better what was the duty of an editor. We have restored several minor readings without notice.
Proportionable to the enemy,
Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love,
Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses ; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn’d.
Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we have been ever near the king.
Green. Well, I 'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle ; The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Bushy. Thither will I with you : for little office
Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.
Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever.
I fear me, never.
SCENE III.-The Wilds in Glostershire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces.
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?
North. Believe me, noble lord,
From Ravenspurg to Cotswold will be found
Boling. Of much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here?
Enter HARRY PERCY.
Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn’d his health
North. Why, is he not with the queen ?
Percy. No, my good lord ; he hath forsook the court,
What was his reason?
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy?
Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot
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 ;
To joy is here used as a verb.