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North. It is my fon, young Harry Percy,

Sent from my brother Worcester, whencefoever.
-Harry, how fares your uncle?

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 ftaff 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.
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed Traitor.
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenfpurg,

To offer fervice to the Duke of Hereford;
And fent me o'er by Berkley, to discover

What Pow'r the Duke of York had levy'd there;
Then with directions to repair to Ravenfpurg.

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 known him now; this is the Duke.

Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my fervice, & Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,

Which elder days fhall ripen and confirm --
To more approved service and defert.

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Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, I count my felf in nothing else so happy to set UT As in a foul remembring my good friends: And as my Fortune ripens with thy love, It fhall be still thy true love's recompence. My heart this cov'nant makes, my hand thus feals-it.- " North. How far is it to Berkley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of warg?

Percy

Percy. There stands the Castle by yond tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the lords, York, Berkley, Seymour; None else of name, and noble estimate.

Enter Rofs and Willoughby.

North. Here comes 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 Treafury

Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd,
Shall be your love and labour's recompence.

Rofs. Your prefence makes us rich, most noble lord.
Willo. And far furmounts our labour to attain it.
Boling. Evermore, thanks, th' exchequer of the
poor,

Which, 'till my infant-fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who now comes here?

Enter Berkley.

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my meffage is to you. Boling. My lord, my anfwer is to Lancaster; And am come to

I feek that Name in England, And I must find that Title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you fay.

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)
From the most glorious of this Land,

The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the abfent time".

And fright our native peace with felf-born arms.

9 →→→→ the absent time,] For He means nothing more than, unprepared. Not an inelegant time of the king's abfence.

fynecdoche, WARBURTON.

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. My gracious uncle!

York. Tut, tut!

Grace me no Grace, nor Uncle me to Uncle:
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word Grace,
In an ungracious mouth, is but prophane.
Why have those banifh'd and forbidden legs
Dar'd once to touch a duft of England's ground?
But more than why; why, have they dar'd to march
So many miles upon her peaceful bofom,

Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,

And oftentation of defpifed arms?

Com'st thou because th' anointed King is hence?
Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind;
And in my loyal bofom lies his Power.
Were I but now the lord of fuch hot youth,
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myfelf
Refcu'd the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thoufand French;
Oh! then, how quickly fhould this arm of mine,

Now prifoner to the palfie, chaftife thee,
And minifter correction to thy fault.

Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; *On what condition ftands it, and wherein? York. Ev'n in condition of the worst degree; In grofs Rebellion, and detefted Treafon. Thou art a banifh'd man, and here art come, Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy Sovereign..

Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banifh'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancafter.

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 ftand 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 Lancafer.
You have a fon, Aumerle, my noble Kinfman:
Had you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down,
He fhould 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

It

*On obat condition. fhould be, in what condition. That is, in what degree of guilt. The particles in the old editions are of little credit.

+ Wherefore was I born?] To

what purpofe ferves birth and lineal fucceffion? I am Duke of Landafter by the fame right of birth as the King is king of Eng

land.

To mine Inheritance of free Defcent.

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
But for his own; and, for the Right of That,
We all have strongly fworn to give him aid;
And let him ne'er fee joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I fee the iffue of thefe arms;
I cannot mend it, I must needs confefs,
Because my Pow'r is weak, and all ill left;
But if I could, by him that gave me life,
I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Unto the fovereign mercy of the King.
But fince I cannot, be it known to you,
I do remain as neuter. So, farewel.
Unless you please to enter in the Caftle,
And there repofe you for this night.

Boling. An offer, Uncle, that we will accept.
But we must win your Grace to go with us
To Bristol-Cafle, which, they fay, is held
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices;
The caterpillars of the Common-wealth,
Which I have fworn to weed, and pluck away.
York. It may be, I will go. But yet I'll pause,
For I am loath to break our Country's Laws.
Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are;
Things paft Redrefs are now with me paft Care.

[Exeunt.

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