No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 2 Scene 2

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The palace.	ginK raRdcih II s aaepcl.
Enter QUEEN , BUSHY , and BAGOT	heT EQUEN , YBHSU , dan OTBGA ertne.
BUSHY Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.	YSBUH mdMaa, ouy ear oto sad. nehW we tlef eth gnik, you peodrims to tpso riwgryon so uhcm nda to tyr to act emor frehueylcl.
QUEEN 5 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, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks, 10 Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortunes womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king.	EENUQ I pomresid tath to eakm hte gnki apyph, utb ofr lmefys I octann do it. I tdon nokw ywh I slhoud be so asd, eptcex tath I had to yas gdboeyo to my etwse hcdiRra. tuB I lsao ntkih that noghmiest abd is ogngi to eahpnp to me and Im nyldriwa inrggvie. sIt imngak me ermo sad hnat eth gskin nglavie edos.
BUSHY Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, 15 Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrows eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry 20 Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lords departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, lookd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, 25 More than your lords departure weep not: mores not seen; Or if it be, tis with false sorrows eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary.	BUYHS nhWe uyeor edrayla das it semes leik nreitehgyv is luafw nad oury rigfe is tldleipmiu. tuB, in ryleait, hastt ont teh ecsa. cuaeseB yrueo sad, ihsngt tdno aaperp to yuo as tyhe ytulcala era, so in yuor nbuhdssa etedrupra you ees yamn ntsghi to eegivr. seoTh aer tsuj ohasdws. So notd rcy rfo aghyitnn utb yrou suabhsdn ngveail. Ayn eroht asucse of irfeg rea jtsu raamiigyn.
QUEEN It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howeer it be, 30 I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad As, though on thinking on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.	EEQUN That yma be urte, utb my nnittisc tslle me hesrtwieo. teveWarh the scae, I efle ngnitoh tub gfire. In fcta, I elfe so sda atht nvee nweh Im ton nhgiknit utoab aihytngn at all I flee uyfleolw tnfai adn waek.
BUSHY Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.	UHYBS htTsa tgninho utb oyru ntoagiiainm, my eeunq.
QUEEN Tis nothing le conceit is still derived 35 From some forefather grief; mine is not so, For nothing had 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 40 I cannot name; tis nameless woe, I wot.	QEENU rFa from it. yniargmIa lefsigne of egirf aer ylsawa hte elutrs of emso arle, rproi refig. tuB ahtts otn my stiuntaio, as giohnnt ahs nhpeaepd to me to eacsu my fierg. My gfier is drrveees: I lefe a grefi wehso seauc I netvah ecieepenrdx yet. utB I nodt knwo awht atth is. I natc emna it. llA I kwon is thta tis a aeemsnls dssnase.
Enter GREEN	RENGE eernts.
GREEN God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope the king is not yet shippd for Ireland.	NERGE doG vase hte nqeue! dAn ogdo to ese uyo, oot, mnnegleet. I eoph the igkn hatsn ftle tey ofr Ilderna.
QUEEN Why hopest thou so? tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: 45 Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shippd?	ENEUQ hyW do ouy pohe tath? Its tetreb if he sha ceisn his pnsal rieeurq ttah he tca lykiquc, so yhw do you hope he htnsa asiedl?
GREEN That he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemys hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The banishd Bolingbroke repeals himself, 50 And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurgh.	REGNE uOr oehp is htat he tmhgi ehav gubrhot shi srefco ckab omfr rnedIla nda ceusad oru nmeye, ebnilrkgooB, to gvei up. Even gtuhoh he is dexlie he hsa tredneru to agnEnld. He dan a grnots ramy haev idvrare elasyf to sRnpevugrha redya to htgif.
QUEEN Now God in heaven forbid!	UENQE odG, no!
GREEN Ah, madam, tis too true: and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, 55 The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.	EEGNR Mmaad, sit teur, adn hsawt weosr is ttah orLd Ndbrhrmaneltuo, hsi ynogu sno ynrHe yrceP, eht doLr of soRs, eth rLdo of neoaumBd, adn the rdoL of Wbyloghuli, lngao hiwt tierh plfouwer senrfid, haev lla noeg to onij mhi.
BUSHY Why have you not proclaimd Northumberland And all the rest revolted faction traitors?	HBYSU hyW enavth you lrpemadcio hnobrlertdNuam nad hte setorh iaosrtrt?
GREEN We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester 60 Hath broke his staff, resignd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.	EREGN We did, nda shatt nweh teh lrEa of eWsorcert ekrob ihs aftsf, esnidegr ish job A fsaft is a dor of eficfo dna ludwo eavh eneb edcriar by het rlEa of rcsoteWre, as eht radtswe of het iknsg household. staff, sneigdre hsi job, nad, ogaln wtih the ngkis tesanrvs, dfel to ojin ooblrgeBkni.
QUEEN So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrows dismal heir: 65 Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliverd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joind.	EQNUE So, enrGe, uyo ehva heedlp me to igev birht: I aws tnpanger ithw wrrsoo, oBergkoinlb is hte ronnbew ihdcl, dan I am elik a napigsg mhtreo how has ujts evleeddir rhe ybab.
BUSHY Despair not, madam.	YSUHB admMa, do tno ieapsdr.
QUEEN Who shall hinder me? 70 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.	NUEEQ oWsh iogng to spot me? I illw sdarpei, dan I will tno put up thiw any aelfs ehpso. slFae poeh retfstla nad edfes on us, swdar uto oru napi, adn tidoslhwh htdae, hwchi wlduo be etgenl ehwisrteo.
Enter DUKE OF YORK	Teh DUKE OF KROY ntrees.
GREEN 75 Here comes the Duke of York.	GENRE eerH somec hte ueDk of Yrok.
QUEEN With signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for Gods sake, speak comfortable words.	UENEQ His old ncek oshsw gsisn of arw. Oh, hsi caef is fllu of yxtaein! cleUn, ofr dosG seak, iveg us godo nwse.
DUKE OF YORK Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: 80 Comforts in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing 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, 85 Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatterd him.	EKDU OF ORYK If I eerw to vieg uoy oodg swne, I lwdou be hidnig my aler ghutstho. doGo nwse is in nveeah, dna we are on heatr, rheew nhgoint ilvse but arislt, axsitieen, and wrsroo. oYur unshabd sah ogen to rpottce ish luer in aerdlnI, heliw rhteos vahe eocm eerh to aekt it omfr mhi in nEdangl. eHre I am, too lod to upsropt yfslme, tfel to oppr up shi ruonytc. hTe abd sitem thta we thgthou ihs vonteedrulnig wysa uwdol grnib vahe ervdiar. wNo his snriefd wlli be dseett.
Enter a Servant	A tvernaS srnete.
SERVANT My lord, your son was gone before I came.	EAVRTSN My rold, oyru nos aws ngoe oefber I rairvde.
DUKE OF YORK He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! 90 The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Herefords side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring.	UDKE OF YOKR The blnoes eavh efdl, teh mnecosmro anret rncdceeon, dan yeht wlil yliekl ithgf on eHredosrf eisd. Sri, get heet to yhalPs, to my sersti-in-alw eeolcrutGs. elTl hre to edns me oen nahudsto snupod thrgi aawy. Wait, kate my grni To vpeor teh rsanvte ocsem fomr eth Dkeu of York. ring.
SERVANT 95 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.	ESRNAVT My dolr, I frootg to llte ouy, I tnew by reh uohse atdoy. But it iwll pesut yuo if I eltl ouy hte etsr.
DUKE OF YORK What ist, knave?	DKUE OF YOKR hWta is it, yob?
SERVANT An hour before I came, the duchess died.	TRVSENA An oruh ofebre I ogt ehetr, ryuo irstes-in-wal eidd.
DUKE OF YORK 100 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 brothers. 105 What, are there no posts dispatchd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come, sister,cousin, I would saypray, pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts And bring away the armour that is there.	KEDU OF OKRY Gdo hvea recmy! ahWt a tdei of ulseorbt moecs rnhisgu oevr isth adnl lla at cneo! I tndo owkn hwat to do. I hsiw to Gdo tath het ngki had tcu fof my deha wnhe he uct ffo my brroesth. asH no neo etns any smeesgrens to endarlI tey? oHw aer we ignog to pay fro eehts rswa? Cemo, tierosrs I oudhsl asy, cuinos. usExce me. (to teh aervstn) Go omeh, wlfoel, dna dfin omse tacrs nad ingbr eth mrora ttsha ehert.
Exit Servant	heT Stervan xeits.
110 Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath 115 And duty bids defend; the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrongd, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, Ill Dispose of you. 120 Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkeley. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit: all is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.	Gmleeennt, lwil ouy go odunr up osme enm? I tnod wnok htwa I lsdhou do now. oBth adcirhR dna oilbngBrkeo aer my ksminne. eOn is my kign, to mowh evI epdldeg ecalenlagi nad aevh a utdy to ednefd. eTh orhet is my mnsanik, mohw teh ingk ahs aseetritdm. My cscnoecine nad my yfmila dbsno lelt me to rhigt those grwsno. Wlel, wvee tog to do tonghesim. (to teh neueq) emoC, sincou, lIl keam rstnmnaegera ofr yuo. nlGteenem, go dan dnour up msoe men and etme me at lkBeerey aCelts. I hsulod go to hlPasy, too, tbu ereth nits euhngo tmie. viteEyghrn is in aohsc.
Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN	eTh EDKU OF YRKO nda hte EUEQN itxe.
BUSHY 125 The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all unpossible.	UYHBS eTh aeemgss ahs obpbylra reacdhe nlIaedr, utb no wsne has omec cabk yte. Ist psoiilebsm rof us to ifdn ouhgen ssreodli to macth het ynseme ocfre.
GREEN Besides, our nearness to the king in love 130 Is near the hate of those love not the king.	RGEEN sideBes, ruo sneeclsos to eth king manes we rae dahte by setho hwo ehta het gikn.
BAGOT And thats the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.	GOTAB And tsaht ohw het oomcnm folk must be. rTieh loev ensdepd on owh gsvei etmh neymo, nda eyth teha hoset how keat ihrte oeynm awya.
BUSHY Wherein the king stands generally condemnd.	BHUYS Tatsh why tomals all eth ommocn lofk haet eth ignk.
BAGOT 135 If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.	BTGOA If rehyte to be eth uesdjg, hnte oru afte is in eihtr ahnsd, aesuecb veew saywla neeb on teh dies of hte gkin.
GREEN Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.	NREGE llWe, Im giong tarhtigs to oBlisrt teslCa to ktea ufereg. eTh Ealr of lrtsiiWeh is yalerda reeth.
BUSHY Thither will I with you; for little office 140 The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?	HYUBS llI go htiw uoy. ehT efalthu nmcomo kflo otnw phle us at all btu lilw tca leki sgod nad reat us to ieepcs. iWll uoy moce itwh us?
BAGOT No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if hearts presages be not vain, 145 We three here art that neer shall meet again.	AOTGB No. Ill go to eht inkg in Ianledr. bGdoyeo. If my insnitct is torecrc, the hrtee of us rhee lliw vneer etme gaani.
BUSHY Thats as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.	YSBUH aTth dsdpeen on hteehrw Ykro cna eftdea olngbkrioeB.
GREEN Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. 150 Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.	ENERG Oh, rpoo udke! heT tska he must eigbn is as dahr as uningcot het dsan in a sedret or gndirkni lal hte rwate in het aneco. oFr evrye renpos how ghsift thwi imh, ether wlli be nsuosahtd woh wlli nto. bdoyoGe leatmidmyei dna ofrever.
BUSHY Well, we may meet again.	YUHSB Well, we htimg emte nagai.
BAGOT I fear me, never.	GOBAT I reaf tath we ontw.
Exeunt	heyT xtei.

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The palace.	ginK raRdcih II s aaepcl.
Enter QUEEN , BUSHY , and BAGOT	heT EQUEN , YBHSU , dan OTBGA ertne.
BUSHY Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.	YSBUH mdMaa, ouy ear oto sad. nehW we tlef eth gnik, you peodrims to tpso riwgryon so uhcm nda to tyr to act emor frehueylcl.
QUEEN 5 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, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks, 10 Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortunes womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king.	EENUQ I pomresid tath to eakm hte gnki apyph, utb ofr lmefys I octann do it. I tdon nokw ywh I slhoud be so asd, eptcex tath I had to yas gdboeyo to my etwse hcdiRra. tuB I lsao ntkih that noghmiest abd is ogngi to eahpnp to me and Im nyldriwa inrggvie. sIt imngak me ermo sad hnat eth gskin nglavie edos.
BUSHY Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, 15 Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrows eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry 20 Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lords departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, lookd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, 25 More than your lords departure weep not: mores not seen; Or if it be, tis with false sorrows eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary.	BUYHS nhWe uyeor edrayla das it semes leik nreitehgyv is luafw nad oury rigfe is tldleipmiu. tuB, in ryleait, hastt ont teh ecsa. cuaeseB yrueo sad, ihsngt tdno aaperp to yuo as tyhe ytulcala era, so in yuor nbuhdssa etedrupra you ees yamn ntsghi to eegivr. seoTh aer tsuj ohasdws. So notd rcy rfo aghyitnn utb yrou suabhsdn ngveail. Ayn eroht asucse of irfeg rea jtsu raamiigyn.
QUEEN It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howeer it be, 30 I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad As, though on thinking on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.	EEQUN That yma be urte, utb my nnittisc tslle me hesrtwieo. teveWarh the scae, I efle ngnitoh tub gfire. In fcta, I elfe so sda atht nvee nweh Im ton nhgiknit utoab aihytngn at all I flee uyfleolw tnfai adn waek.
BUSHY Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.	UHYBS htTsa tgninho utb oyru ntoagiiainm, my eeunq.
QUEEN Tis nothing le conceit is still derived 35 From some forefather grief; mine is not so, For nothing had 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 40 I cannot name; tis nameless woe, I wot.	QEENU rFa from it. yniargmIa lefsigne of egirf aer ylsawa hte elutrs of emso arle, rproi refig. tuB ahtts otn my stiuntaio, as giohnnt ahs nhpeaepd to me to eacsu my fierg. My gfier is drrveees: I lefe a grefi wehso seauc I netvah ecieepenrdx yet. utB I nodt knwo awht atth is. I natc emna it. llA I kwon is thta tis a aeemsnls dssnase.
Enter GREEN	RENGE eernts.
GREEN God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope the king is not yet shippd for Ireland.	NERGE doG vase hte nqeue! dAn ogdo to ese uyo, oot, mnnegleet. I eoph the igkn hatsn ftle tey ofr Ilderna.
QUEEN Why hopest thou so? tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: 45 Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shippd?	ENEUQ hyW do ouy pohe tath? Its tetreb if he sha ceisn his pnsal rieeurq ttah he tca lykiquc, so yhw do you hope he htnsa asiedl?
GREEN That he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemys hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The banishd Bolingbroke repeals himself, 50 And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurgh.	REGNE uOr oehp is htat he tmhgi ehav gubrhot shi srefco ckab omfr rnedIla nda ceusad oru nmeye, ebnilrkgooB, to gvei up. Even gtuhoh he is dexlie he hsa tredneru to agnEnld. He dan a grnots ramy haev idvrare elasyf to sRnpevugrha redya to htgif.
QUEEN Now God in heaven forbid!	UENQE odG, no!
GREEN Ah, madam, tis too true: and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, 55 The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.	EEGNR Mmaad, sit teur, adn hsawt weosr is ttah orLd Ndbrhrmaneltuo, hsi ynogu sno ynrHe yrceP, eht doLr of soRs, eth rLdo of neoaumBd, adn the rdoL of Wbyloghuli, lngao hiwt tierh plfouwer senrfid, haev lla noeg to onij mhi.
BUSHY Why have you not proclaimd Northumberland And all the rest revolted faction traitors?	HBYSU hyW enavth you lrpemadcio hnobrlertdNuam nad hte setorh iaosrtrt?
GREEN We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester 60 Hath broke his staff, resignd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.	EREGN We did, nda shatt nweh teh lrEa of eWsorcert ekrob ihs aftsf, esnidegr ish job A fsaft is a dor of eficfo dna ludwo eavh eneb edcriar by het rlEa of rcsoteWre, as eht radtswe of het iknsg household. staff, sneigdre hsi job, nad, ogaln wtih the ngkis tesanrvs, dfel to ojin ooblrgeBkni.
QUEEN So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrows dismal heir: 65 Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliverd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joind.	EQNUE So, enrGe, uyo ehva heedlp me to igev birht: I aws tnpanger ithw wrrsoo, oBergkoinlb is hte ronnbew ihdcl, dan I am elik a napigsg mhtreo how has ujts evleeddir rhe ybab.
BUSHY Despair not, madam.	YSUHB admMa, do tno ieapsdr.
QUEEN Who shall hinder me? 70 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.	NUEEQ oWsh iogng to spot me? I illw sdarpei, dan I will tno put up thiw any aelfs ehpso. slFae poeh retfstla nad edfes on us, swdar uto oru napi, adn tidoslhwh htdae, hwchi wlduo be etgenl ehwisrteo.
Enter DUKE OF YORK	Teh DUKE OF KROY ntrees.
GREEN 75 Here comes the Duke of York.	GENRE eerH somec hte ueDk of Yrok.
QUEEN With signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for Gods sake, speak comfortable words.	UENEQ His old ncek oshsw gsisn of arw. Oh, hsi caef is fllu of yxtaein! cleUn, ofr dosG seak, iveg us godo nwse.
DUKE OF YORK Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: 80 Comforts in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing 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, 85 Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatterd him.	EKDU OF ORYK If I eerw to vieg uoy oodg swne, I lwdou be hidnig my aler ghutstho. doGo nwse is in nveeah, dna we are on heatr, rheew nhgoint ilvse but arislt, axsitieen, and wrsroo. oYur unshabd sah ogen to rpottce ish luer in aerdlnI, heliw rhteos vahe eocm eerh to aekt it omfr mhi in nEdangl. eHre I am, too lod to upsropt yfslme, tfel to oppr up shi ruonytc. hTe abd sitem thta we thgthou ihs vonteedrulnig wysa uwdol grnib vahe ervdiar. wNo his snriefd wlli be dseett.
Enter a Servant	A tvernaS srnete.
SERVANT My lord, your son was gone before I came.	EAVRTSN My rold, oyru nos aws ngoe oefber I rairvde.
DUKE OF YORK He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! 90 The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Herefords side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring.	UDKE OF YOKR The blnoes eavh efdl, teh mnecosmro anret rncdceeon, dan yeht wlil yliekl ithgf on eHredosrf eisd. Sri, get heet to yhalPs, to my sersti-in-alw eeolcrutGs. elTl hre to edns me oen nahudsto snupod thrgi aawy. Wait, kate my grni To vpeor teh rsanvte ocsem fomr eth Dkeu of York. ring.
SERVANT 95 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.	ESRNAVT My dolr, I frootg to llte ouy, I tnew by reh uohse atdoy. But it iwll pesut yuo if I eltl ouy hte etsr.
DUKE OF YORK What ist, knave?	DKUE OF YOKR hWta is it, yob?
SERVANT An hour before I came, the duchess died.	TRVSENA An oruh ofebre I ogt ehetr, ryuo irstes-in-wal eidd.
DUKE OF YORK 100 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 brothers. 105 What, are there no posts dispatchd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come, sister,cousin, I would saypray, pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts And bring away the armour that is there.	KEDU OF OKRY Gdo hvea recmy! ahWt a tdei of ulseorbt moecs rnhisgu oevr isth adnl lla at cneo! I tndo owkn hwat to do. I hsiw to Gdo tath het ngki had tcu fof my deha wnhe he uct ffo my brroesth. asH no neo etns any smeesgrens to endarlI tey? oHw aer we ignog to pay fro eehts rswa? Cemo, tierosrs I oudhsl asy, cuinos. usExce me. (to teh aervstn) Go omeh, wlfoel, dna dfin omse tacrs nad ingbr eth mrora ttsha ehert.
Exit Servant	heT Stervan xeits.
110 Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath 115 And duty bids defend; the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrongd, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, Ill Dispose of you. 120 Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkeley. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit: all is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.	Gmleeennt, lwil ouy go odunr up osme enm? I tnod wnok htwa I lsdhou do now. oBth adcirhR dna oilbngBrkeo aer my ksminne. eOn is my kign, to mowh evI epdldeg ecalenlagi nad aevh a utdy to ednefd. eTh orhet is my mnsanik, mohw teh ingk ahs aseetritdm. My cscnoecine nad my yfmila dbsno lelt me to rhigt those grwsno. Wlel, wvee tog to do tonghesim. (to teh neueq) emoC, sincou, lIl keam rstnmnaegera ofr yuo. nlGteenem, go dan dnour up msoe men and etme me at lkBeerey aCelts. I hsulod go to hlPasy, too, tbu ereth nits euhngo tmie. viteEyghrn is in aohsc.
Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN	eTh EDKU OF YRKO nda hte EUEQN itxe.
BUSHY 125 The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all unpossible.	UYHBS eTh aeemgss ahs obpbylra reacdhe nlIaedr, utb no wsne has omec cabk yte. Ist psoiilebsm rof us to ifdn ouhgen ssreodli to macth het ynseme ocfre.
GREEN Besides, our nearness to the king in love 130 Is near the hate of those love not the king.	RGEEN sideBes, ruo sneeclsos to eth king manes we rae dahte by setho hwo ehta het gikn.
BAGOT And thats the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.	GOTAB And tsaht ohw het oomcnm folk must be. rTieh loev ensdepd on owh gsvei etmh neymo, nda eyth teha hoset how keat ihrte oeynm awya.
BUSHY Wherein the king stands generally condemnd.	BHUYS Tatsh why tomals all eth ommocn lofk haet eth ignk.
BAGOT 135 If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.	BTGOA If rehyte to be eth uesdjg, hnte oru afte is in eihtr ahnsd, aesuecb veew saywla neeb on teh dies of hte gkin.
GREEN Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.	NREGE llWe, Im giong tarhtigs to oBlisrt teslCa to ktea ufereg. eTh Ealr of lrtsiiWeh is yalerda reeth.
BUSHY Thither will I with you; for little office 140 The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?	HYUBS llI go htiw uoy. ehT efalthu nmcomo kflo otnw phle us at all btu lilw tca leki sgod nad reat us to ieepcs. iWll uoy moce itwh us?
BAGOT No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if hearts presages be not vain, 145 We three here art that neer shall meet again.	AOTGB No. Ill go to eht inkg in Ianledr. bGdoyeo. If my insnitct is torecrc, the hrtee of us rhee lliw vneer etme gaani.
BUSHY Thats as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.	YSBUH aTth dsdpeen on hteehrw Ykro cna eftdea olngbkrioeB.
GREEN Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. 150 Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.	ENERG Oh, rpoo udke! heT tska he must eigbn is as dahr as uningcot het dsan in a sedret or gndirkni lal hte rwate in het aneco. oFr evrye renpos how ghsift thwi imh, ether wlli be nsuosahtd woh wlli nto. bdoyoGe leatmidmyei dna ofrever.
BUSHY Well, we may meet again.	YUHSB Well, we htimg emte nagai.
BAGOT I fear me, never.	GOBAT I reaf tath we ontw.
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