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Busy. Thither will I with you : for little office
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty.
Busy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
Busy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all, and ever.
Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland.
North. Believe me, noble lord,
And hope to joy, is little less in joy,
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 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,
North. What was his reason?
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy?
Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot,
North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.
Percy. My gracious, lord, I tender you my service,
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy: and be sure,
North. How far is it to Berkley ? And what ftir
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 ;
Boling. My lord, .my answer is to Lancaster ;
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?
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,
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; 'In what condition stands it, and wherein ?
York. Even in condition of the worst degree,
Boling. As I was banish’d, I was banilh'd Hereford ;
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,