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Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
I know not what to do: I would to God,
(So my untruth had not provok'd him to it), ' .
The king had cut off my head with my brother's.
What, are there posts despatch'd for Ireland :
How shall we do for money for these wars!
Come, sister,—cousin, I would say: pray, pardon

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.

land,
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 cominons: for

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,

• Disloyalty.

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.

lingbroke.
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
Is-pumb'ring sands, and drinking oceans dry;
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fiy.

Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and
. ever.
Green. Well, we may meet again.
Bagot.

I fear me, never.

(Exeunt.

· SCENE III.

The Wilds in Glostershire.

Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with

Forces.
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?

North. Believe me, noble lord,
I am a sttanger here in Glostershire.
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways,
Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome:
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and délectable.

possess:

But, I bethink me, what a weary way
From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company;
Which, I protest, hath very much beguild.
The tediousness and process of my travel:
But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to have
The present benefit which I possess :
And hope to joy, is little less in joy,
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
Shall make their way seen short; as mine hath done
By sight of what I have, your noble company.

Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Than your good words. But who comes here?

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

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 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.

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North, Theu learn to know him now; this is the

duke.
Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my ser.

vice,
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 rememb'ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense :
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

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.
North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil.

loughby,
Bloody with spurring, fiery.red with haste.
Boling. Welcome my lords: I wot*, your love

pursues
A banish'd traitor; all my treasury
Is yet but unfelt thapks, which, more enrich'd
Shall be your love and labour's recompense. "
Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble!

lord.
Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it.'
Boling. Evermore thaoks, the exchoquer of the

į poor;

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Which, till nsy infant fortune comes to years, . Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?

Enter Berkley.

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess,
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; 'ris not my

meaning,
To raze one title of your honour out:-
To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will),
From the most glorions regent of this land,
The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time,
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.

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! ,'
Grace me po grace, por uncle me no uncle :
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace,
In an ungracious mouth, is but profane:
Why have chose bauisb'd and forbidden legs
Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground:

• Time of the king's absence.

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