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Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.-
health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen ? · Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the
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 ;
name moves recomana this seals it 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 Sey
mour; one else of name, and noble estimate.
Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, firy-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, Shall be your love and labour's recompense. 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 ; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.'
Boling. My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster;
Enter York, attended.
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 : I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground ? But then more why ;-Why have they dar'd to march
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ;
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;
If that my cousin king be king of England,
North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd.
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin'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 not be ; And you, that do abet him in this kind, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.
North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is But for his own : and, for the right of that, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ; And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;