Serv An hour before I came, the duchess died. Come, sister,-cousin, I would say,-pray, pardon me.— Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit:-all is uneven, And everything is left at six and seven. [Exeunt YORK and QUEEN. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all impossible. Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol Castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little office The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.— Will you go along with us? Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. Is numbering sands, and drinking oceans dry: I fear me, never. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. I am a stranger here in Glostershire : These high wild hills and rough uneven ways From Ravenspurg to Cotswold will be found And hope to joy is little less in joy Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done Enter HARRY PERCY. Harry, how fares your uncle? [of you. Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd The household of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolv'd when last we spake together. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford; And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover What power the Duke of York had levied there; Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. North. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy? Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him. North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm To more approved service and desert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends; My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, North. Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. Boling. Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty.—But who comes here? Enter BERKLEY. Berk. My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you. Boling. My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say. Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning To raze one title of your honour out: To you, my lord, I come,-what lord you will, From the most gracious regent of this land, And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Enter YORK, attended. My noble uncle! [Kneels. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. Boling. My gracious uncle!— York. Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, In an ungracious mouth is but profane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? But, then, more why, -why have they dar'd to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, And in my loyal bosom lies his power. Were I but now the lord of such hot youth As when brave Gaunt thy father, and myself, Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; On what condition stands it and wherein? York. Even in condition of the worst degree,— In gross rebellion and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man; and here art come Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And yet my letters-patents give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold; North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong, it may not be; North. The noble duke hath sworn his coming is We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; : York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak and all ill left: |