Here am I left to underprop this Land; Serv. My lord, your fon was gone before I came. Serv. My lord, I had forgot To tell, to day I came by, and call'd there; York. What is't? Serv. An hour before I came, the Dutchefs dy'd. York. Heav'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes Come rushing on this woful land at once! I know not what to do: I would to heav'n, [To the Servant. Never believe me. They are both my kinfmen ; My kinfman is, One whom the King hath wrong'd; But But time will not permit. All is uneven, [Exeunt York and Queen. SCENE VIII. Busby. The wind fits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns; for us to levy Power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impoffible. Green. Befides, our Nearness to the King in Love Is near the Hate of those, love not the King. Bagot. And that's the wav'ring Commons, for their Lies in their purfes; and who empties them, Busby. Wherein the King ftands generally condemn'd. Bagot. If judgment lye in them, then fo do we; Because we have been ever near the King. Green. Well; I'll for Refuge straight to Bristol Caftle; The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. Buby. Thither will I with you; for little office Bagot. No: I'll to Ireland to his Majesty. Green. Alas, poor Duke! the task he undertakes Is numb'ring fands, and drinking oceans dry; Where one on his fide fights, thousands will fly. Buby. Farewel at once, for once, for all and ever. Green. Well, we may meet again. Bagot. I fear me, never. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Changes to a wild Profped in Glocestershire. Boling. H North. I am a ftranger here in Glofterbire "OW far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? Thefe high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Than hope enjoy'd. By this, the weary lords 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 ftaff of office, and difpers'd The Houshold of the King. North. What was his reafon ? He was not fo refolv'd, when laft we spake together. To offer fervice to the Duke of Hereford; What What Pow'r the Duke of York had levy'd there; 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 fhall ripen and confirm Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, 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, most noble lord. Which, 'till my infant-fortune comes to years, North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. D. 3. And And I am come to seek that Name in England, 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 self-born arms. Boling. I fhall not need transport 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 no Uncle :- I am no traitor's uncle and that word Grace, 7 And oftentation of difposed arms ? Com'ft thou because th'anointed King is hence 6 the abfent time,] For unprepared. Not an inelegant fynecdoche. 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. From |