SCENE III. The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTUMBERLAND, with Forces. 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, The tediousness and process of my travel: But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess: And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company. Boling. Of much less value is my company, Than your good words. But who comes here? Enter HARRY PERCY. 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 together. North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? 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; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm To more approved service and desert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals 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 Seymour; 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. 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: I Know. 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 : Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ; And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, 2 Time of the king's absence. Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee, 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: In braving arms against thy sovereign. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; And yet iny letters-patent give me leave: 3 Impartial. 4 The persons who wrong him. s Possession of my land, &c. |