Page 2899 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

[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, [110]
Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen.
T’one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
And duty bids defend. Th’other again
Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrong’d,
Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. [115]
Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin,
I’ll dispose of you. Gentlemen, go muster up your men,
And meet me presently at Berkeley Castle.
I should to Plashy, too,
But time will not permit. All is uneven, [120]
And everything is left at six and seven.

Exeunt Duke and Queen.
Manent Bushy, [Bagot, and] Green.

BUSHY

The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
But none returns. For us to levy power
Proportionable to the enemy
Is all unpossible. [125]

GREEN

Besides, our nearness to the King in love
Is near the hate of those love not the King.

BAGOT

And that is the wavering commons; for their love
Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. [130]

BUSHY

Wherein the King stands generally condemn’d.

BAGOT

If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
Because we ever have been near the King.