Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! me Go, fellow [To the Servant.], get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant. But time will not permit:-All is uneven, [Exeunt York and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ire. land, But none returns. For us to levy power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impossible. Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, • Disloyalty. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con demn'd. Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle; The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office The hateful commons will perform for us; Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.Will you go along with us? Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if hearts' presages be not vain, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo lingbroke. 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 Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? North. Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Glostershire. These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, But, I bethink me, what a weary way From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, 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 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 toge ther. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the duke of Hereford; 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 vice, Such as it is, being tender, raw and young; Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard: Aud 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, 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. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; * Know. 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 uncie ! York. Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: Time of the king's absence. |