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QUEEN
’Tis nothing less. Conceit is still deriv’d
From some forefather grief. Mine is not so, [35]
For nothing hath 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,
I cannot name; ’tis nameless woe, I wot. [40]
Enter Green.
GREEN
God save your majesty, and well met, gentlemen.
I hope the King is not yet shipp’d for Ireland.
QUEEN
Why hopest thou so? ’Tis better hope he is,
For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope.
Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp’d? [45]
GREEN
That he, our hope, might have retir’d his power,
And driven into despair an enemy’s hope,
Who strongly hath set footing in this land.
The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself,
And with uplifted arms is safe arrived [50]
At Ravenspurgh.
QUEEN
Now God in heaven forbid!
GREEN
Ah, madam, ’tis too true! And, that is worse,
The Lord Northumberland, his young son Henry Percy,
The Lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends are fled to him. [55]
BUSHY
Why have you not proclaim’d Northumberland
And the rest of the revolted faction, traitors?
