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Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the
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 had levied 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 ser
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure,
it. 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 Wil
loughby, 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 recompense. 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, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.
meaning, To raze one title of your honour out:To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will,) From the most glorious regent of this land, The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time,
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, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more why;*––Why have they dar'd to
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, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, From forth the ranks of many thousand French; O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, And minister correction to thy fault!
the absent time,] i. e. time of the king's absence. * But then more why;] But, to add more questions.
5 And ostentation of despised arms?] The meaning of this probably is—a boastful display of arms which we despise.
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my
York. Even in condition of the worst degree,-
- indifferent eye:] i. e. with an impartial eye.
8 — to sue my livery here,] A law phrase belonging to the feudal tenures.
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
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; And you,
that do abet him in this kind, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.
North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming But for his own: and, for the right of that, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak, and all ill left: But, if I could, by him that gave me life, I would attach you all, and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But, since I cannot, be it known to you, I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;Unless
you please to enter in the castle, And there repose you for this night.
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
9 It stands your grace upon, to do him right.] i. e. it is your interest, it is matter of consequence to you.