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The Wilds in Glostershire,
Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTUMBERLAND, with
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, Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and délectable. But, I bethink me, what a weary way From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; Which, I protest, hath very much beguil'd The tediousness and
travel : But theirs is sweetend 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.
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.
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 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. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.
Boling. My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster;
To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will,)
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 !
-Why have they dar'd to
2 Time of the king's absence.
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise 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,
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
3 Impartial. 4 The persons who wrong him.
s Possession of my land, &c.