And I muft find that Title in your tongue, Berk. Miftake 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 6 And fright our native peace with felf-born arms. S C CEN E Enter York. X. Boling. I fhall not need tranfport my words by you. Here comes his Grace in perfon. Noble Uncle! [Kneels. York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whofe duty is deceivable and false. Boling. My gracious uncle! York. Tut, tut! Grace me no Grace, nor Uncle me I am no traitor's uncle; and that word Grace, Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, 7 And oftentation of difpofed arms? Com'ft thou because th'anointed King is hence? And in my loyal bofom lies his Power. 6 the abfent time,] For unprepared. fynecdoche. Not an inelegant 7 And oftentation of DESPISED arms?] But fure the oftentation of defpifed arms would not fright any one. We should read DISPOSED arms i. e. forces in battle-array. Were Were I but now the lord of fuch hot youth, my Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know In braving arms against thy Sovereign. fault; 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: You are my father; for, methinks, in you I fee old Gaunt alive. O then, my father! Will you permit, that I fhall stand condemn'd A wand'ring vagabond; my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my arms perforce, and giv'n away To upftart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my coufin King be King of England, It must be granted, I am Duke of Lancaster. You have a fon, Aumerle, my noble Kinsman: Had you firft dy'd, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, To rowze his wrongs, and chafe them to the bay. I am deny'd to fue my livery here, And yet my letters patents give me leave : My father's Goods are all diftrain'd and fold, And these, and all, are all amifs imploy'd. What would you have me do? I am a Subject, And challenge law attorneys are deny'd me; And therefore perfonally I lay my Claim Το To mine Inheritance of free Descent. North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It stands your Grace upon, to do him Right. Willo. Bafe 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 wrongs, it may not be ; And you that do abet him in this kind, Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all. North. The noble Duke hath fworn, his Coming is Boling. An offer, Uncle, that we will accept ; [Exeunt. SCENE S CE N E X I. In WALES. Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap. MX lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our Countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King: [ftay. Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not "The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, "And meteors fright the fixed ftars of heav'n; "The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth; "And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearful Change. "Rich men look fad, and ruffians dance and leap;" The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy; Th' other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. Thefe figns forererun the death of Kings Farewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well affur'd, Richard their King is dead. Salif. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I fee thy Glory, like a fhooting Star, Witneffing Storms to come, woe, and unrest: [Exit. [Exit. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Rofs, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green Prifoners. BOLINGBROKE. RING forth these men. BRING men. Busby and Green, I will not vex your fouls ; And ftain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Con |