Boling. Of much less value is my company, North. It is my fon, young Harry Percy, Percy. I thought, my Lord, t'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 Houfhold of the King. North. What was his reafon ? He was not fo refolv'd, when laft we fpake together. To offer fervice 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. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my férvice, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young, Which clder days fhall ripen and confirm To more approved fervice and defert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, My heart this cov'nant makes, my hand thus feals it. Percy. Percy. There ftands the Caftle by yond tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the lords, York, Berkley, Seymour s None elfe of name, and noble eftimate. Enter Rofs and Willoughby. North. Here come the lords of Rofs and Willoughby, Bloody with fpurring, fiery-red with hafte. Boling. Welcome, my lords; I wot, your love purfues A banish'd traitor; all my Treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks,, which, more enrich'd, Rofs. Your prefence makes us rich, moft noble lord. Which, 'till my infant-fortune comes to years, North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. 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 And fright our native peace with felf-born arms. Enter York. 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 falfe. Boling. 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, Com'ft thou, because th'anointed King is hence? Were I but now the lord of fuch hot youth, Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; York. Ev'n in condition of the worst degree; In grofs Rebellion, and detefted Treafon : Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, In braving arms against thy Sovereign. 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, You You have a fon, Aumerle, my noble Kinsman: And yet my letters patents give me leave: North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It ftands 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 ; By By Busby, Bagot, and their complices; SCENE, in WALES. Cap. M Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Y lord of Salisbury, we have ftaid ten days, And hardly kept our Countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King: Therefore we will difperfe our felves: farewel. Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trufty Wellman: The King repofeth all his truft in thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not fay. The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heav'n; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth; And lean-look'd Prophets whifper fearful Change. Rich men look fad, and ruffians dance and leap; The one, in fear to lofe what they enjoy; Th' other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. Thefe figns forerun the death of Kings Farewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well affur'd, Richard their King is dead. [Exit. Salis. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I fee thy Glory, like a fhooting Star, Thy Sun fets weeping in the lowly West, [Exit. ACT |