Page 1033 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

The marshal and the archbishop are strong.
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talked of Monmouth’s grave.]

NORTHUMBERLAND
Beshrew your heart, [45]

Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go and meet with danger there,

Or it will seek me in another place
And find me worse provided.

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND
O, fly to Scotland, [50]
Till that the nobles and the armèd commons
Have of their puissance made a little taste.

LADY PERCY
If they get ground and vantage of the king,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger. But, for all our loves, [55]
First let them try themselves. So did your son;

He was so suffered. So came I a widow,
And never shall have length of life enough
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, [60]
For recordation to my noble husband.

NORTHUMBERLAND
Come, come, go in with me. ’Tis with my mind
As with the tide swelled up unto his height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, [65]

But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland. There am I,
Till time and vantage crave my company.
Exeunt.