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No Fear Act 2 Scene 2
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QUEEN

Now God in heaven forbid!

QUEEN

God, no!

GREEN

Ah, madam, ’tis too true: and that is worse,
The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
55The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

GREEN

Madam, it’s true, and what’s worse is that Lord Northumberland, his young son Henry Percy, the Lord of Ross, the Lord of Beaumond, and the Lord of Willoughby, along with their powerful friends, have all gone to join him.

BUSHY

Why have you not proclaim’d Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

BUSHY

Why haven’t you proclaimed Northumberland and the others traitors?

GREEN

We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
60Hath broke his staff, resign’d his stewardship,
And all the household servants fled with him
To Bolingbroke.

GREEN

We did, and that’s when the Earl of Worcester broke his

staff, resigned his job

A staff is a rod of office and would have been carried by the Earl of Worcester, as the steward of the king’s household.

staff, resigned his job
, and, along with the king’s servants, fled to join Bolingbroke.

QUEEN

So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
And Bolingbroke my sorrow’s dismal heir:
65Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
And I, a gasping new-deliver’d mother,
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join’d.

QUEEN

So, Green, you have helped me to give birth: I was pregnant with sorrow, Bolingbroke is the newborn child, and I am like a gasping mother who has just delivered her baby.

BUSHY

Despair not, madam.

BUSHY

Madam, do not despair.

QUEEN

Who shall hinder me?
70I 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.

QUEEN

Who’s going to stop me? I will despair, and I will not put up with any false hopes. False hope flatters and feeds on us, draws out our pain, and withholds death, which would be gentle otherwise.

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