Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the duke of Hereford; What power the duke of York had levied there; 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; Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, North. How far is it to Berkley? And 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: And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey mour; None else of name, and noble estimate. Enter Ross and Willoughby. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fi'ry-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. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, 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; 'tis not my meaning, To raze one title of your honour out: To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will,) 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! York. Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, So many miles upon her peaceful bosom; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st 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, From forth the ranks of many thousand French; O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee, And minister correction to thy fault! Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; On what condition stands it, and wherein? 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 yet my letters-patent give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold; E And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd. What would you have ane do? I am a subject, Το 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. 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, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is But for his own: and, for the right of that, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, |