Boling. Of much less value is my company, Than your good words. But who comes here? Enter HARRY PERCY. North. It is my fon, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencefoever.— 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 forfook the court, Broken his staff of office, and difpers'd The household of the king. North What was his reafon ? 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 North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus feals it. Percy. There ftands the cattle, by yon tuft of trees, Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Rofs and Willoughby, Bloody with fpurring, firy-red with hafte. 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, Rofs. Your prefence makes us rich, most noble lord. Enter BERKLEY, North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. And And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you fay. 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,) The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Enter YORK, attended. Boling. I fhall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in perfon. My noble uncle! - [Kneels, York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whofe duty is deceivable and falfe. 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, Dar'd once to touch a duft of England's ground? march -Why haye they dar'd to So many miles upon her peaceful bosom; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And oftentation of defpifed arms? Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of fuch hot youth, As As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; York. Even in condition of the worst degree, In grofs rebellion, and detested treason : Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy fovereign. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye : And yet my letters-patent give me leave : And And challenge law: Attornies are denied me; To my inheritance of free descent. North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It ftands 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 my coufin'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 And you that do abet him in this kind, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. not be ; North. The noble duke hath fworn, his coming is Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. 6 York. |