To which the ear of youth doth always listen; Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- Gaunt. Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd, Enter KING RICHARD and QUEEN, AUMERLE, Bushy, York. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth. K. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with agéd Gaunt ? Gaunt. O, how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt, indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; For sleeping England long time have I watch'd. 50 Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks; And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt às a grave. K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with their names ? O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye K. Rich. A lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an ague's privilege. Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders. Gaunt. O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son. Join with the present sickness that I have; To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. 60 70 80 [Exit, borne off by his Attendants. K. Rich. And let them die that age and sullens have; For both hast thou, and both become the grave. York. I do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here. K. Rich. Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. K. Rich. What says he? North. Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent. York. Be York the next that must be bankrupt so. 90 K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, But only they have privilege to live. The plate, coin, revenues and moveables, York. How long shall I be patient ? Ah, how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment, K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? O my liege, 100 110 K. Rich. Think what you will, we seize into our hands 120 His plate, his goods, his money and his lands. York. I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell : What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell. K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow: And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; [Exit. 130 [Flourish. Exeunt. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; The palace. Enter QUEEN and BUSHY. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promis'd, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition. F Queen. To please the king I did; to please myself, I cannot do 't. Enter GREEN. Green. God save your majesty! I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. Queen. Why hop'st thou so? "Tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd? Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his power, Who strongly hath set footing in this land. Now God in heaven forbid ! Green. Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors ? Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke. Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the Duke of York. 140 150 Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! 160 Uncle, for God, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. York. He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, 170 And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, To-day, as I came by, I called there ; But I shall grieve you to report the rest. York. What is it, knave? Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do: I would to God, The king had cut off my head with my brother's. Wilds in Gloucestershire. 180 [Exeunt. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with forces. I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire : Boling. Of much less value is my company North. It is my son, young Harry Percy. Harry, how fares your uncle ? 190 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. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford. 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 To more approved service and desert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure 200 210 |