Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?[1138]
Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester[1139]
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,[1140]
And all the household servants fled with him[1141]60
To Bolingbroke.[1141][1142]
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,[1143]
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,[1144]65
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
Bushy. Despair not, madam.
Queen. Who shall hinder me?
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,[1145]
A parasite, a keeper back of death,70
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.
Enter York.[1146]
Green. Here comes the Duke of York.[1147]
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck;
O, full of careful business are his looks![1148]75
Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.[1149]
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:[1150]
Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.[1151]
Your husband, he is gone to save far off,80
Whilst others come to make him lose at home:[1152]
Here am I left to underprop his land,
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;[1153]
Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.[1154]85