Except, like curs, to tear us all to pieces. Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. 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. 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? I am a stranger here in Glostershire. These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done 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 North. Why, is he not with the queen? [of you. 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. To offer service to the duke of Hereford; North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? 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 Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Enter Ross 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, Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. And I must find that title in your tongue, 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, The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on And fright our native peace with self-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. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. Boling. My gracious uncle! My lord, my answer is-to Lancaster ;] i. e. "You say that your message is. to my lord of Hereford: my answer is that it is not to him, but to the duke of Lancaster."-MALONE. · the absent time,] i. e. Time of the king's absence. York. Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And ostentation of despised arms?b Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; 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, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, Look on my wrongs with an indifferentd eye: You are my father, for, methinks in you A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties * But then more:-Why? &c.] I have here adopted the punctuation proposed by Mr. M. Mason. The usual mode of printing these words is, “But then more why;" i. e. but to add more questions. b And ostentation of despised arms?] The meaning of this probably is-a boastful display of arms which we despise.-M. MASON. e On what condition stands it,] i. e. In what degree of guilt?-JOHNSON. d indifferent-] i. e. Impartial. Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away e And yet my letters-patent give me leave : To my inheritance of free descent. North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right.s Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, And labour'd all I could to do him right: But in this kind to come, in braving arms, 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 I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, e To rouse his wrongs,] i. e. The persons who wrong him.-M. MASON. f It stands your grace upon, to do him right.] i. e. It is your interest, it is matter of consequence to you.-STEEVENS. Or it may mean, "it rests with your grace to do him right." |