Enter Percy. North. It is my fon, young Harry Percy, Percy. I thought, my Lord, t'have learn'd his health of [you. 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 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 service, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young, Which elder days fhall ripen and confirm To more approved fervice and defert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be fure, I count myself in nothing else fo happy, As in a foul remembring my good friends; And as my fortune ripens with thy love, It fhall be ftill thy true love's recompence. My heart this cov'nant makes, my hand thus feals it. North. How far is it to Barkley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war? 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, Barkley, Seymour ; None elfe of name, and noble estimate. Enter Rofs and Willoughby. North. Here come the Lords of Rofs and Willoughby, Bloody Bloody with fpurring, fiery-red with hatte. Boling. Welcome, my Lords; I wot, your love pursues 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. North. It is my Lord of Barkley, as I guess. Bark. My Lord of Hereford, my meffage is to you. Boling. My Lord, my answer is to Lancafter; And I am come to feek that Name in England, And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to ought you fay. Bark. 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 humbly heart, and not thy knee, Whofe duty is deceivable and falfe. Boling. My gracious uncle! [uncle: York. Tut, tut! Grace me no Grace, nor uncle me no I am no traitor's uncle; and that word Grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but prophane. So But more than,-why, why, have they dar'd to march many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And And oftentation of defpifed arms? 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; 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 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 befeech your Grace, And And therefore perfonally I lay my claim To mine inheritance of free descent. North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Ros. 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 sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er fee joy, that breaks that oath. York. Well, well, I fee the iffue of these arms; I cannot mend it, I muft 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 castle, And there repofe you for this night. Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept; But we muft win your Grace to go with us To Bristol-Castle, which, they fay, is held By Busby, 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 paufe; For I am loath to break our country's laws: Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are; Things paft redress are now with me past care. [Exeunt. SCENE Cap. SCENE, in Wales. Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Y Lord of Salisbury, we have flaid ten days, And yet we hear no tidings from the King: Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead; we will not ftay. [Exit. Salis. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I fee thy glory, like a fhooting ftar, [Exit ACT |