Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love[1185]
Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them[1186]130
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.[1187]
Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
Because we ever have been near the king.[1188]
Green. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:[1189][1190]135
The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little office[1191]
The hateful commons will perform for us,[1192]
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.[1193]
Will you go along with us?[1194]140
Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.[1189][1195]
Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.[1196]
Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes[1197]145
Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.[1198]
Bushy. Well, we may meet again.[1198]
Bagot. I fear me, never.[1198]