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Busy. Thither will I with you : for little office
The hateful commons will perform for us ;
Except, like curs, to tear us all in pieces.-
Will you go along with us?

Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty.
Farewell : if heart's presages be not vain,
We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again.

Busy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

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

Busy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all, and ever.
Green. Well, we may meet again,
Bagot. I fear me, never.


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Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland.
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?

North. Believe me, noble lord,
I am a stranger 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 delectable.
But, I bechink 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 sweetend with the hope to have
The presens benefit that I possess :
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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
By fight 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 uncle ? 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 forfook the court,
Broken his staff of office, and dispers’d
The houshold 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 hath levy'd 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 remembring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love's recompence :
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

North. How far is it to Berkley ? And what ftir
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 : And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Seymour; None else of name, and noble estimate.

Enter Rofs and Willoughby. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, 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 thanks, which, more enrich'd, Shall be your love and labour's recompence.

Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Willo. And far furinounts our labour to attain it.

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.
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.
* my answer is to Lantafier ;)-1 answer to no name but Lancafler.



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 moft glorious 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 felf-born arms.

Enter York, attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person.-My noble uncle !

[Kneels. York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false.

Boling. My gracious uncle !

York. Tut, gue ! 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 prophane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? But more then; Why? Why have they dar'd to march

her peaceful bosom ; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,

And ostentation of despised arms?
Com't 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,

So many

miles upon


the abfent time,)-the king's abfence. felf.born arms. ]-born without commission.

But shen more wby; &c.But more than why ; &c.But more than this; wby, &c.

ind oftentation of despised arms ?]- And boastful display of arms, which in my character of regent, 1 despise.


As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself,
Rescu'd the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French ;
Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the pally, chastise thee,
And minister correction to thy fault!

Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; 'In what condition stands it, and wherein ?

York. Even in condition of the worst degree,
In gross rebellion, and detested treason :
Thow 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 banilh'd Hereford ;
But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
Look on my wrongs 8 with an indifferent

You are my father, for, methinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive; O, ihen, my father !
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
A wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royalties
Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away
To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born ?
If that my cousin king be king of England,
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster.
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman ;

you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunț a father, To rouse his' wrongs, and chale them to the bay.

rin abat condition)- In what degree of guilt. 8 with an indifferent esé:]-impartially.

Wrerefsre tcas I born?)-What avail high birth, and lineal fuc. eeflion?

1 erog,)-wrongers, fuch as had injured him: the metaphor is taken from tag-hunting,


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