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You urg'd me as a judge: but I had rather, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : You would have bid me argue like a father :- Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, o had it been a stranger, not my child,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. To smooth his fault I should have been more Gaunt. Come, come, my sou, I'll bring thee mild:
on thy way: A partial slander * sought I to avoid,
Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay. And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell ; Alas, I look'd, when some of you sbould say,
sweet soil, adieu ; I was too strict, to make mine own away ; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, Where-e'er I wander, boast of this I can, Against my will, to do myself this wrong. Though banish'd yet a trueborn Englishman. K. Rich. Cousin, farewell :-and, uncle, bid
(Eseunt. him so; Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
SCENE IV.-The same.- A Room in the (Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD and
Enter King RICHARD, BAGOT, and GREEN ;
AUMERLE following. not know, From where you do remain, let paper show,
K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, Mar. My lord, no leave take 1; for I will How far brought you high Hereford on his
ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call Gaunt. O to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
But to the next bighway, and there I left him. That thou returu'st no greeting to thy friends ? K. Rich. And say wbat store of parting tears Boling. I have too few to take my leave of
were shed ? you,
Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the northWhen the tongue's office should be prodigal
east wind. To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Gaunt. Thy griet is but thy abseuce for a Awak'd the sleeping rheum ; and so, by chance, time.
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. Boling: Joy absent, grief is present for that K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you time.
parted with him. Gaunt. What is six winters ? they are quickly
Aum. Farewell : gone.
And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Boling. To men iu joy ; but grief makes one should so profane the word, that taught me hour ten.
craft Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for To counterfeit oppression of such grief, pleasure.
That words seem'd buried in iny sorrow's grave. Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it Marry, would the word farewell have lengtheu'd So,
hours, Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage.
And added years to his short banishment, Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps He should have had a volume of farewells ; Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set
But, since it would not, he had none of me. The precious jewel of thy home return.
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin ; but 'tis Boling. Nay, ratber, every tedious stride 1
When tiine shall call him home from banish. Will but remember me, what a deal of world
ment, I wander from the jewels that I love.
Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot bere, and Green, To foreign passages ; and in the end,
Observ'd his courtship to the common people :Having my freedom, boast of nothing else, How he did seem to dive into their hearts, But that I was a journeyman to grief 3
With humble and familiar courtesy ; Gaunt. All places ihat the eye of heaven What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; visits,
Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of Are to a wise man ports and happy havens :
smiles, Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
And patient underbearing of his fortune, There is no virtue like necessity.
As 'twere, to banish their effects with him. Think not, the king did banish thee;
Off goes his boni to an oyster-wench; But thou the king : Woe doth the heavier sit, A brace of draymen bid-God speed him well, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. And bad the tribute of his supple knee, Go, say--I sent thee forth to purchase honour, With-Thanks my countrymen, my loving And not-The king exil'd thee : or suppose,
friends ; Devouring pestilence bangs in our air,
As were our England in reversion his, Aud thou art flying to a fresher clime.
And he our subjects next degree in bope. Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it Green. Well, he is gone ; and with him go To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou
these thoughts. com'st :
Now for the rebels, which stand out in IreSuppose the singing birds, musicians ; The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence Expedient * manage must be made, my liege; strew'd ;
Ere further leisure yield them further means, The flowers, fair ladies : and thy steps, no more for their advantage, and your bigbuess' loss. Tban a delightful measure, or a dance :
K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
war. The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. And, for our coffers with too great a court,
Boling. Oh! who can hold a fire in his band, And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, By thinking on the frosty Cancasus?
We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm; Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
The revenue whereof sball furnish us By bare imagination of a feast?
For our affairs in hand: If that come short, Or wallow naked in December's snow,
Our substitutes at home sball bave blank cbar. By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ?
ters: oh! no : the apprehension of the good
Whereto, when they shall know what men are
They shall subscribe them for large sums of This other Eden, demi-paradise ; gold,
This fortress, built by nature for herself, And send them after to supply our wants ; Against infection, and the hand of war; For we will make for Ireland presently.
This bappy breed of men, this little world ;
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house, Bushy, old John of Gannt is grievous sick, Against the envy of less bappier lands; my lord ;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Suddenly taken ; and hath sent post haste,
England, To entreat your majesty to visit him.
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, K. Rich. Where lies he ?
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their Bushy. At Ely-house.
birth, K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physi. Renowned for their deeds as far from home, cíau's mind,
(For Christian service, and true chivalry,) To help him to his grave immediately!
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, The lining of bis coffers shall make coats of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son: To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.- This land of such dear souls, this dear dear Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him :
land, Pray God, we may make baste, and come too Dear for her reputation through the world, late!
(Exeunt. Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,)
Like to a tenement, or pelting farin :
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shamne,
With inky blot and rotten parchment bonds; SCENE 1.-London.-A Room in Ely-house. That England, that was woni to conquer others, GAUNT on a Couch ; the Duke of York, and oh! would the scandal vanish with my life,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself : others standing by him.
How happy then were my ensuing death! Gaunt. Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last
Enter King RICHARD, and QUEEN ; AUMERLE, In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth. BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, Ross, and Wic. York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with LOUGHBY. your breath;
York. The king is come : deal mildly with his For all in vain comnes counsel to his ear.
youth ; Gaunt. Oh! but they say the tongues of dying for young hot colts, being rag'd, do rage the Enforce attention, like deep harmony :
Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster ? Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent X. Rich. What comfort, man ? How is't with in vain :
aged Gaunt ! For they breathe truth, that breathe their words Gaunt. oh! how that name befits my comin pain.
position ! He, that no more may say, is listen’d more Old Gaunt, indeed ; and gaumt + in being old : Then they whom youth and ease have taught within me grief bath kept a tedious fast; to glose ;
And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives For sleeping England long time have I watchd; before;
Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The setting sun and music at the close, The pleasure, that some fathers feed upon, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; Is my strict fast, I mean--my children's looks ; Writ in remembrance, more than things long And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt : past :
(bear, Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Though Richard my life's counsel would not whose bollow womb inberits nought but bones. My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with York. No; it is stopp'd with other flattering
their names ? sounds,
Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock it. As, praises of his state : then, there are found
self: Lascivious metres ; to whose venom sound Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, The open ear of youth doth always listen :
I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. Report of fashions in proud Italy;
K. Rich. Should dying men fatter with those Whose manners still our tardy apish nation
that live! Limps after, in base imitation,
Gaunt. No, no; men living fatter those that Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, (So it be new, there's no respect low vile,) K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, say'st--thou That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears ?
flatter'st ine. Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Gaunt. Oh! no; thou diest, though I the Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.
sicker be. Direct not bim, whose way himself will choose ; K. Rich. I am in health, I breatbe, and see 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt
thee ill. thou lose.
Gaunt. Now He that made me knows I see Gaunt. Methinks I am a propbet new in.
thee ill; spir'd;
III in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. And thus, expiring, do foretell of him ;
Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land,
Wherein thou liest iu reputation sick :
of those physicians that first wounded thee : He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes : A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, With eager feeding, food doth choke the feeder : Whose compass is no bigger than thy head ; Light vanity (insatiate cormorant,
And yet, incaged in so small a verge, Consuming means) soon preys upon itself. The waste is no wbit lesser than thy land. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, Oh! bad thy grandsire, with a propbet's eye, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, • Flatter.
From forth thy reach he would have taid thy | Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, shame :
Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face. Deposing thee before thou wert possess’d, I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Which art possess'd . now to depose thyself. of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was Wby, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,
first; It were a shame to let this land by lease : In war, was never lion rag'd more flerce, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, In peace, was never gentle lamb more mild, Is it not inore than shame, to sbame it so? Than was that young and princely gentleman : Landlord of England art thou now, not king: His face thou bast, for even so look'd he, Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours ; And thou
But, when he frowu'd, it was against the K. Rich. a lunatic lean-witted fool,
French, Presuming on an ague's privilege,
And not against his friends : his noble hand Dar'st with thy frozen admonition
Did win what he did spend, and spent not that Make pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, Wbich bis triumphant father's hand had won : With fury, from bis native residence.
His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood, Now by my seat's right royal majesty,
But bloody with the enemies of his kin. Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head, Or else he never would compare betweeu. Should run thy head from thy uureverend K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? shoulders.
York. O my liege, Gaunt. O spare me not, my brother Ed. Pardon me, if you please ; if not, I, pleas'd ward's son,
Not to be pardon'd, am content witbal. For that I was his father Edward's son ;
Seek you to seize, and gripe into your bands, That blood already, like the pelican,
The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford ! Hast thou tapp'd out, and drunkenly carous'd : Is not Gaunt dead ? and doth not Hereford My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning soul,
live ? (Whoon fair berall in beaven 'mongst happy was not Gaunt just ? and is not Harry true ? souls !)
Did not the one deserve to have an heir ? May be a precedent and witness good,
Is not this heir a well deserving son ? That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time blood ;
His charters, and his customary rights ;
If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
(Erit, borne out by his Attendants. Yon pluck a thousand dangers on your head, K. Rich. And let thein die that age aud sul. You lose a thousand well. disposed hearts, lens have :
And prick my tender patience to those thoughts For both hast thou, and both become the grave. Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
York. 'Beseech your majesty, impute his K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into To wayward sickliness and age in him : (words
our hands He loves you, on my lise, and holds you dear His plate, his goods, bis money, and his lands. As Harry duke of Hereford, were he here.
York. I'll not be by the while. My liege, K. Rich. Right ; you say true; as Hereford's
farewell : jove, so his :
What will ensue bereof, there's none can tell ; As their's, só inine; and all be as it is. But by bad courses may be understood,
That their events can never fall out good.
(Exlt. North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of wiltsbite to your majesty,
straight; K. Rich. What says he now?
Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, North. Nay, nothiug; all is said :
To see this business : To-morrow next His tongue is now a stringless instrument; We will for Ireland ; and 'tis time, I trow ; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster bath spent. And we create, in absence of ourself, York. Be York the next that must be bank. Our uncle York lord governor of England, rupt so!
For he is just, and always lov'd us well. Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. Come on, our queen : to-morrow must we part; K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so Be merry, for our time of stay is short. doth he;
(Flourish. His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be:
(Exeunt KING, QUEEN, BUSHY, AU MERLR, So much for that.--Now for our Irish wars :
GREEN, and BAGOT. We must supplant those rough rug-beaded North. Well,'lords, the duke of Lancaster is kerns ; +
dead. Which live like venon, where no veriom else, Ross. And living too ; for now his son is But only they, hath privilege to live. I
duke. And for these great affairs do ask some ebarge, Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue. Towards our assistance, we do seize to us
North. Richly in both, if justice had ber The plate, coin, revenues, and moveables,
right. Whereof our nacle Gaunt did stand possess'd. Ross. My beart is great ; but it must break York. How long shall I be patientAb !
with silence, how long
Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong! North. Nay, speak thy miud ; and let him Not Gloster's death, nor Hereford's bavisbment,
ne'er speak more, Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! wrongs,
Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the duke Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
of Hereford ? About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, If it be so, ont with it boldly, man ;
Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards • Mad. + Irish soldiers.
bim. * Venomous reptiles are said not to er ist in Ireland. Ross. No good at all, that I can do for him ; 13,
Uniess you call it good to pity him,
Ross. To horse, to horse ! urge doubts to them Dereft and gelded of bis patrimony.
that fear. Aorth. Now, afore heaven, 'tis shame, such Willo. Hold out my borse, and I will first be wrongs are borne,
(Exeunt. In him a royal prince, and many more of noble blood in this declining land.
SCENE 11.-The same.- A Room in the The king is not himself, but basely led
Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT.
Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too muco 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our
sad : heirs.
You promis'd, when you parted with the king, Ross. The commons hath he pill'd • with To lay aside lise-harming heaviness, grievous taxes,
And entertain a cheerful disposition. And lost their hearts : the nobles hath be fin'd Queen. To please the king, I did; to please For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their bearts.
myself, Willo. And daily new exactions are devis'd; I cannot do it yet I know no cause As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not wbat : Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, But what, o'God's name, doth become of this ? Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest North. Wars have not wasted it, for warra As my sweet Richard : Yet, again, methinks, he hath not,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, But basely yielded upon compromise
Is coming towards me : and my inward soul That wbich his ancestors achiev'd with blows : With nothing trembles : at something it grieves, More hath he spent in peace, than they in More than with parting from my lord the king.
Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hatb the realm in
Which show like grief itself, but are not so : Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, broken man.
Divides one thing enure to many objects ; North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth Like perspectives, woich, rightly gaz'd upon, over him.
Show nothing but confusion ; ey'd awry, Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to North. His noble kinsman : most degenerate
wail ; king!
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, of wbat is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm :
More than your lord's departure
weep not; more's We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
not seen: And yet we strike not, but securely perish. + Or if it be, 'uis with false sorrow's eye, Ross. We see the very wreck that we must which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. suffer :
Queen. It may be so; but yei my iuward And unavoided is the danger now,
soul For suffering so the causes of our wreck. Persuades me, it is otherwise : Howe'er it be, North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes I caquot but be sad; 80 heavy sad, of death,
As,-though, in thinking, on no thought I spy life peering ; but I dare not say
think, How near the tidings of our comfort is. Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, t my gradost ours.
cious lady. Ross. Be eonfident to speak, Northumber. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deland :
riv'd We three are but thyself; and, speaking, so, From some fore-father grief ; mine is not so ; Tby words are but as thoughts; therefore, be For nothing hath begot my something grief ; bold.
Or something bath the nothing that I grieve : North. Then thus :-1 have from Port le Blanc, Tis in reversion that I do possess ; a bay
But, what it is, that is not yet known; what In Brittany, receiv'd intelligence,
I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.. That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham,
Enter GREEN. (Tbe son of Richard Earl of Arundel,] 'That late broke from the duke of Exeter,
Green. God save your majesty |--and well His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,
met, gentleman :Sir Thomas Erpingham, sir John Ramston, I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Queen. Why bop'st thou so i 'tis better bope, Francis Quoint,
be is ; All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, For bis designs crave baste, his haste good hope : With eight tall ships, three thousand men of Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not war,
shipp'd ? Are making hither with all due expedience, Green. That he, our bope, might have retir'd And shortly mean to touch our Northen shore :
his power, 6 Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay And driven into despair an enemy's hope, The first departing of the king for Ireland. Who strongly hath set footing in this land : If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, Impt out our drooping country's broken wing, And with uplifted arms is safe arriv'd Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'a At Ravenspurg. Crown,
Queen. Now God in beaven forbid ! Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt, Green. O madam, 'lis too true : and that is And make high majesty look like itself,
worse, Away with me in post to Ravenspurg :
The lord Northumberland, bis young son Heury But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
Percy, Stay, and be secret, and myself will go. The lords of Ross, Beanmond, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends, are filed to him. • Pillaged. + Perish by confidence in our security.
+ Fanciful conception. & Supply with new feathers.
Drawu it back.
Bushy. Wby bave you not proclaim'd Northum-/ Well, somewbat we must do.-Come, cousin,
berland, And all the rest of the revolting faction Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men Traitors ?
And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. Green. We have : wbereon the earl of Wor. I should to Plashy too ;cester
But time will not permit :-All is nneven, Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardsbip, And every thing is left at six and seven. And the household servants filed with hiin
[Exeunt YORK and QUEEN. To Bolingbroke.
Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife w my Ireland, woe,
But none returns. For us to levy power,
Green. Besides our nearness to the king in Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joiu'd.
love, Bushy. Deepair not, madam.
Is near the hate of those love not the king. Queen. Who shall hinder ine?
Bagot. And tbat's the wavering coinmons : I will despair, and be at enmity
for their love Witb cozening hope ; he is a flatterer,
Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
By so much alls their hearts with deadly hate. Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally conWhich false bope lingers in extremity.
Bagot. If judgment lie in them, theu co do Enter YORK.
we, Green. Here comes the duke of York.
Because we ever have been near the king. Queen. With sigus of war about his aged Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol neck ;
castle : O full of careful business are bis looks 1
The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Uncle.
Bushy. Thither will l with you : for little For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words.
office York. Should I do so, I sbould belie my The hateful commons will perform for us : thoughts :
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.Comfort's in heaven ; and we are on the earth, Will you go along with us? Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and Bagot. No : I'll to Ireland to bis majesty. grief.
Farewell : if heart's presages be not vain, Your husband he is gone to save far off, We three bere part, that ne'er shaú meet Wbilst others come to make him lose at home :
again. Here ain I left to underprop his land ;
Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Who, weak with age, cannot support inyself :
Boling broke. Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made : Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he underNow eball be try his friends that Matter'd him.
Is-numb'ring sands, and drivking oceans dry; Enter a SERVANT,
Where one on his side fighte, thousands will fly. Serr. My lord, your son was gone before I Bushy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all, caine.
and ever York. He was 1-Why, so go all which way Green. Well, we may meet again, it will
Bago. I fear me, never.
(Ereunt. The nobles they are fed, the commons cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. --- SCENE II.-The Wilds in Glostershire. Sirrah, Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster : Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTAUVBERLAND, Bid her send me presently a thousand pound :
with Forces. Hold, take iny ring. Serv. My lord, i bad forgot to tell your lord- Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley ship:
now To-day, as i came by, I called there ;
North. Believe me, noble lord, But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
I am a stranger here in Glostershire. York. What is it, knave
These bigh wild hills, and rough uneven ways, Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess Draw out our miles, and make them wearisoine : died
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, York. God for his mercy! wbat a tide of Making the hard way sweet and délectable. woes
But, I betbink me, what a weary way Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! Froin Ravenfpurg to Cotswold, will be found I know not what to do: I would to God,
Iu Ross and Willoughby, wanting your com (So my untruth bad not provok'd him to it,)
pany ; The king had cut off my head with my bro. Which, 1 protest hath very much beguil'd ther's.
The tediousness and process of :ny travel : What, are these posts despatch'd for Ireland - But their's is sweeten'd with the hope to have How shall we do for money for these wars?
The present benefit which 1 possees : Come, sieter,-cousin, I would say : pray par- and hope to joy, is little less in joy, don me.-
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Go, fellow, (To the SERVANT.) get thee boine, Sball make their way seem shori; as mine provide some carts,
hath done And bring away the armour that is there.- By sight of what I have, your noble company.
[Exit SERVANT. Boling. Of much less value is my coinpany, Gentlemen, wil yon go master men ? if I know Than your good words. But who cones bere? How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,
Enter HARRY PERCY. Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen :
North It is my son, young Harry Percy, The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath Sent from my brother Worcester, whenceso And duty bids defend ; the other again,
ever. 18 my kinsman, whom the king hath wroug'd ; Harry, bow fares your uncle ? Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Percy; I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd
bealth of • Disloyalty.
North. Wby, is he not with the queen ?