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GREEN
Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristow castle.
The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. [135]
BUSHY
Thither will I with you; for little office
Will the hateful commons perform for us,
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
Will you go along with us?
BAGOT
No, I will to Ireland to his majesty. [140]
Farewell. If heart’s presages be not vain,
We three here part that ne’er shall meet again.
BUSHY
That’s as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
GREEN
Alas, poor Duke! The task he undertakes
Is numb’ring sands and drinking oceans dry. [145]
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
BUSHY
Well, we may meet again.
BAGOT
I fear me, never.
Exeunt.
Scene III IT
Enter [Bolingbroke,] Duke of Hereford, and Northumberland.
BOLINGBROKE
How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
NORT HUMBERLAND
