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Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
me. Go, fellow (To the Servant.), get thee home, provide
some carts, And bring away the armour that is there.
(Erit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsinen; The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend ; the other again, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; Whoni conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do.-Coine, cousin, I'll Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. I should to Plashy too;But time will not permit:-All is uneven, And every thing is left six and seven.
[Ercunt York and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ire.
Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love,
their love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Bagot. Ander of those love not thuhe king in love,
Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con.
demn'd. Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll 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'll to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell : if hearts' presages be not vain, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo.
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and
I fear me, never.
· SCENE III.
The Wilds in Glostershire.
Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with
North. Believe me, noble lord,
But, I bethink me, what a weary way
Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Enter Harry Percy. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uvcle? Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd
his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the
What was his reason? He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake toge.
ther. 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, Theu learn to know him now; this is the
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure,
North. How far is it to Berkley? Aud what stir Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of.
trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : Aud in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Seg
mour ; None else of uame, and noble estimate.
Enter Ross and Willoughby.
Which, till nsy infant fortune comes to years, . Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess,
Boling. My lord, my answer is to Lancaster;
Enter York, attended.
Boling. I shall not need transport my words by
yon; Here coines his grace in person.-My noble nocle!
(Kneela. York, Show me thy humble heart, and not thy
knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false.
Boling. My gracious uncie!
York. Tut, kut! ,'
• Time of the king's absence.