_Queen._ To please the king I did; to please myself 5 I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, 10 Is coming towards me, and my inward soul[1105] With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,[1106] More than with parting from my lord the king. _Bushy._ Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,[1107] Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;[1108] 15 For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,[1109] Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives, which, rightly gazed upon,[1110] Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry,[1110] Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,[1111] 20 Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;[1112] Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows[1113] Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,[1114][1115] More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;[1115][1116] 25 Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,[1117] Which for things true weeps things imaginary.[1118] _Queen._ It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,[1119] I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,[1120] 30 As, though on thinking on no thought I think,[1121][1122] Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.[1121][1123] _Bushy._ 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. _Queen._ 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived[1124] From some forefather grief; mine is not so, 35 For nothing hath begot my something grief;[1125][1126] Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:[1125][1127] 'Tis in reversion that I do possess;[1125][1128] But what it is, that is not yet known; what[1125][1129] I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.[1125][1129] 40 _Enter_ GREEN.[1130] _Green._ God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:[1131] I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. _Queen._ Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:[1132] Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd? 45 _Green._ That he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope,[1133] Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived[1134] 50 At Ravenspurgh.[1134][1135] _Queen._ Now God in heaven forbid!