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North. His noble kinsman :-most degenerate Queen. To please the King, I did : to please king!

myself But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, I cannot do it: yet I know no cause Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm :

Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,

Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest And yet we strike not, but securely perish. As my sweet Richard :-yet again, methinks, Ross. We see the very wreck that we must | Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's woml), suffer:

Is coming towards me, and my inward soul And unavoided is the danger now,

With nothing trembles: at something it grieves, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.

More than with parting from my lord the King. North. Not so: even through the hollow eyes Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty of death

shadows, I spy life peering; but I dare not say

Which shew like grief itself, but are not so: How near the tidings of our comfort is.

For sorrow's eye, glazéd with blinding tears Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Divides one thing entire to many objects: dost ours.

Like pérspectives, which rightly gazed upon Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland. Shew nothing but confusion; eyed awry, We three are but thyself; and speaking so, Distinguish form :- so your sweet majesty, Thy words are but as thoughts: therefore be bold. Looking awry upon your lord's departure, North. Then thus:-I have from Port le Blanc Finds shapes of griefs, more than himself, to wail : (a bay

Which, looked on as it is, is nought but shadows In Britanny) received intelligence

Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, That Harry Hereford, Reignold Lord Cobham More than your lord's departure weep not: (The son of Richard Earl of Arundel),

more's not seen: That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, Or if it be, 't is with false sorrow's eye, His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe'er it be, Francis Quoint,

I cannot but be sad : so heavy sad All these, well furnished by the Duke of Bretagne As (though in thinking on no thought I think) With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Are making hither with all due expedience,

Bushy. 'T is nothing but conceit, my gracious And shortly mean to touch our northern shore :

lady. Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay Queen. "Tis nothing less. Conceit is still The first departure of the King for Ireland.

derived If, then, we shall shake off our slavish yoke, From some forefather grief: mine is not so; Imp out our drooping country's broken wing, For nothing hath begot my something grief, Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown, Or something hath the nothing that I grieve. Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt, "T is in reversion that I do possess; And make high majesty look like itself,

But what it is, that is not yet known; what Away with me, in post to Ravenspurg:

I cannot name: 't is nameless woe, I wot. But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

Enter GREEN. Stay and be secret, and myself will go. Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them Green. God save your majesty!—and well that fear.

met, gentlemen. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be I hope the King is not yet shipped for Ireland. tliere

(Exeunt. Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 't is better hope

he is For his designs crave' asie; his haste good hope:

Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipped? SCENE II.- The same. A Roum in the Palace. Green. That he, our hope, might have retired

his power, Enter Queen, Busty, and Bagot. And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: Who strongly hath set footing in this land :You promised, when you parted with the King, The banished Boling broke repeals himself, To lay aside life-harming heaviness,

And with uplifted arms is safe arrived And entertain a cheerful disposition.

At Ravenspurg.

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Queen. Now God in heaven forbid !

And all the rest of the revolting faction, Green. O madam, 't is too true, and that is | Traitors ? worse,

Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of WorThe lord Northumberland, his young son Henry

cester Percy,

Hath broke his staff, resigned his stewardship, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, And all the household servants fled with him With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. | To Bolingbroke. Bushy. Why have you not proclaimed Nor Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my thumberland,

woe,

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And Blingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir.
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy:
And I, a gasping new-delivered mother,
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow, joined !

Bushy. Despair not, madam.

Queen. Who shall hinder me?
1 will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.

Enter York.
Green. Here comes the Duke of York.

Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck:
| 0, full of careful business are his looks !-
Uncle, for heaven's sake speak comfortable worde.
York. Should I do so, I should beliems

thoughts:
Comfort 's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief
Your husband he is gone to save far off,
Whilst others come to make him lose at home :

Here am I left to underprop his land;

Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself. By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made: Bushy. Wherein the King stands generally Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.

condeinned.

Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we; Enter a Servant.

Because we ever have been near the King. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came, Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol York. He was ?—why so !-go all which way

Castle ; it will !

The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. The hateful commons will perform for us, Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster : | Except, like curs, to tear us all in pieces.Bid her send me presently a thousand pounds. Will you go along with us? Hold, take my ring.

Bagot. No; I 'll to Ireland to his Majesty. Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, To-day, as I came by, I calléd there:

We three here part that ne'er shall meet again. But I shall grieve you to report the rest.

Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back York. What is it, knave?

Bolingbroke. Serv. An hour before I came the duchess died. | Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he underYork. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes

takes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! Is-numbering sands, and drinking oceans dry: I know not what to do.--I would to God Wliere one on his side fights, thousands will fly. (So my untruth had not provoked him to it), B:shy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and The King had cut off my head with my brother's!

ever. What, are there posts despatched for Ireland ? Green. Well, we may meet again. How shall we do for money for these wars ?

Bagot. I fear me, never. [Exeunt. Come, sister,—ccesin, I would say: pray par

don me.Go, fellow [to the Servant], get thee home; provide some carts,

Scene III.-The Wilds in Glostershire. And bring away the armour that is there.

Exit Servant.

Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know

with Forces. llow or which way to order these affairs,

Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,

North. Believe me, noble lord, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: I am a stranger here in Glostershire. The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath These high wild hills and rough uneven ways And duty bids defend; the other, again,

Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wronged; And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. | Making the hard way sweet and délectable. Well, somewhat we must do.—Come, cousin, I'll But I bethink me what a weary way Dispose of you.—Gentlemen, go muster up your From Ravenspurg to Cotswold will be found men,

In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company And meet me presently at Berkley Castle Which, I protest, hatlı very much beguiled I should to Plashy too;

The tediousness and process of my travel : But time will not permit.-All is uneven,

But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have And every thing is left at six and seven! The present benefit which I possess:

Exeunt YORK and Queen. ! And hope to joy, is little less in joy Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Than hope enjoyed. By this the weary lords Ireland,

| Shall make their way seem short : as mine hath But none returrs. For us to levy power

done Proportionable to the enemy,

By sight of what I have,-your noble company. Is all impossible.

Boling. Of much less value is my company Green. Besides, our nearness to the King in love, Than your good words.-But who comes liere! Is near the hate of those love not the King. Brgot. And that 's the wavering commons:

Enter HARRY Percy. for their love

North. It is my son, young Harry Percy;

Sent from my brother Worcester, whences eTSI. Is yet ic bez sharks, which, more enriched, Harry, how fares you oncle!

Sua be your bite ad abcur's recompense. Perey. I had thrazit, my krd, to b27e leaned Par Tozpreses makes us rich, most noble

his health of you North. Why, is he not with the Queen!

Wam sad fas s our labour to attain Percy. No, my good lord: he hath forvoos te court,

Berg. Esermore thanks, the exchequer of Broken his staff of office, and dispersed

the poor; The household of the King.

Which, my infant fcrtune comes to years, North. What was his reason?

Stands for my bounty.-But who comes here? lie was not so resolved when last se spass

Enter BERKLET. together. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed Worth. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. traitor.

Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford;

Baig. My lord, my answer is to "Lancaster;" And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover And I am come to seek that name in England : What power the Duke of York had levied there: And I must find that title in your tongue, Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. Before I make reply to aught you say. North. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, Berk. Mistake me not, my lord. 't is not my boy?

meaning Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not To raze one title of your honour out. forgot

To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will) Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, From the most gracious regent of this land, I never in my life did look on bim.

The Duke of York; to know what pricks you on North. Then learn to know him now: this is To take advantage of the absent time, the duke.

And fright our natire peace with self-born arms. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my

Enter Yors, attended. service, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Boling. I shall not need transport my words Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm

by you: To more approved service and desert.

Here comes his grace in person. -My noble uncle! Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure

[Kneels. I count myself in nothing else so happy

York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not As in a soul remembering my good friends :

thy knee, And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Whose duty is deceivable and false. It shall be still thy true lore's recompense.

Boling. My gracious uncle! My heart this covenant makes; my hand thus York. Tut, tut! seals it.

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: North. How far is it to Berkley; and what I am no traitor's uncle: and that word grace, stir

In an ungracious month, is but profane. Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? | Why have those banished and forbidden legs Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? trees,

But then more why;-why have they dared to Manned with three hundred men, as I lave

march heard:

So many miles upon her peaceful bosom; And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Frighting her pale-faced villages with war, Seymour:

And ostentation of despiséd arms? None else of name and noble estimate.

Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence?

Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,
Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY.

And in my loyal bosom lies his power. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil Were I but now the lord of such hot youtlı, loughby,

As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of Boling. Welcome, my lords. I wot your love

men, pursues

From forth the ranks of many thousand French; A banished traitor: all my treasury

! O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,

Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee, | Because my power is weak and all ill lett. And minister correction to thy fault!

But if I could, by Him that gave me life, Buling. My gracious uncle, let me know my I would attach you all, and make you stoop fault:

Unto the sovereign mercy of the King : On what condition stands it, and wherein ? But since I cannot, be it known to you

York. Even in condition of the worst degree: I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well : In gross rebellion and detested treason.

Unless you please to enter in the castle, Thou art a banished man, and here art come, And there repose you for this night. Before the expiration of thy time,

Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. In braving arms against thy sovereign.

But we must win your grace to go with us Boling. As I was banished, I was banished To Bristol Castle, which they say is held Hereford;

By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices; But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye. York. It may be I will go with you:—but yet You are my father; for methinks in you

I 'll pause; I see old Gaunt alive: 0 then, my father, For I am loth to break our country's laws. Will you permit that I shall stand condemned Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are : A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties Things past redress are now with me past care. Plucked from my arms perforce, and given away

[Exeunt.
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 kinaman.

Scene IV.-A Camp in Wales.
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,

Enter Salisbury and a Captain.
To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay. Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we liave stayed
I am denied to sue my livery here,

ten days, And yet my letters-patent give me leave : And hardly kept our countrymen together, My father's goods are all distrained and sold: And yet we hear no tidings from the King: And these, and all, are all amiss employed. | Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell. What would you have me do ?—I am a subject, i Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty WelshAnd challenge law: attorneys are denied me; And therefore personally I lay my claim

The King reposeth all his confidence To my inheritance of free descent.

| In thee. North. The noble duke hath been too much Cap. 'Tis thought the King is dead: we will abused.

not stay. Ross. It stands your grace upon to do him The bay-trees in our country are all withered, right.

And meteors fright the fixéd stars of heaven; Willo. Base men by his endowments are made The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth, great.

And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change; York. My lords of England, let me tell you this: Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,

(The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, And laboured all I could to do hiin right. The other to enjoy by rage and war): But in this kind to come, in braving arms, These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.Be his own carver, and cut out his way,

Farewell : our countrymen are gone and fled, To find out right with wrong,-it may not be: As well assured Richard their King is dead. And you that do abet him in this kind

[Exit. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

Sal. Ah Richard ! with the eyes of heavy mind, North. The noble duke hath sworn his coming I sce thy glory, like a shooting star, is

Fall to the base earth from the firmament: But for his own: and, for the right of that, Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid: | Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest: And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath. | Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,

York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms And crossly to thy good all fortune goes! I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

[Exit.

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