ACT 1
Scene 4

...for Ireland presently.
Enter Bushy.

...Bushy, what news?
Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
Suddenly taken, and hath sent posthaste
To entreat your Majesty to visit him.

...Where lies he?
At Ely House.

...come too late.
Amen!
They exit.

ACT 2
Scene 1

...my ensuing death!
Enter King and Queen, Aumerle, Bushy, Green, Bagot, Ross, Willoughby, etc.

...stay is short.
King and Queen exit with others; Northumberland, Willoughby, and Ross remain.

Scene 2

...first be there.
Enter the Queen, Bushy, and Bagot.
Madam, your Majesty is too much sad.
You promised, when you parted with the King,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness
And entertain a cheerful disposition.

...lord the King.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Which shows like grief itself but is not so;
For sorrow’s eyes, glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects,
Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
Distinguish form. So your sweet Majesty,
Looking awry upon your lord’s departure,
Find shapes of grief more than himself to wail,
Which, looked on as it is, is naught but shadows
Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
More than your lord’s departure weep not. More is not seen,
Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

...faint and shrink.
’Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

...fled to him.
Why have you not proclaimed Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

...to sorrow joined.
Despair not, madam.

...six and seven.
The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
But none returns. For us to levy power
Proportionable to the enemy
Is all unpossible.

...with deadly hate.
Wherein the King stands generally condemned.

...is already there.
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?

...shall meet again.
That’s as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

...all, and ever.
Well, we may meet again.

...fear me, never.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1

...all fortune goes.
Enter Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, York, Northumberland, with other Lords, and Bushy and Green prisoners.

...hand of death.
More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

...see them dispatched.
Northumberland exits with Bushy and Green.