Now God in heaven forbid!
Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?
We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
And all the household
servants fled with him
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,
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
Despair not, madam.
Who shall hinder me?
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a
keeper back of death,
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.
Enter DUKE OF YORK
Here comes the Duke of York.
With signs of war about his aged neck:
O, full of careful business are his looks!
Uncle, for God's sake,
speak comfortable words.
DUKE OF YORK
Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:
Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
lives but crosses, cares and grief.
Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
Whilst others come to make
him lose at home:
Here am I left to underprop his land,
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.
Enter a Servant
My lord, your son was gone before I came.
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd,
and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission.
See our FAQ for more details.