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Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
York. What is it, knave?
York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes
Go, fellow, (To the Servant.] get thee home, provide
some carts, And bring away the armour that is there.
[Erit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men ? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen ; The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; the other, again, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. I should to Plashy too;But time will not permit:-All is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.
[Exeunt York and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power, Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impossible.
Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Is near the bate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their
love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally conBagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.
Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle; The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty.
Bushy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all, and ever.
SCENE III.-The Wilds in Glostershire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with
North. Believe me, noble lord,
But, I bethink me, what a weary way
Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Enter HARRY PERCY. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.Harry, how fares your uncle? Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn’d bis
health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen?
Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispers’d The household of the king.
North. What was his reason? He was not so resolv’d, when last we spake together.
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, To offer service to the duke of Hereford; And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover What power the duke of York had levied there ; Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg.
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy?
Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot,
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 shall ripen, and confirm To more approved service and desert.
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir Keeps good old York there, with his men of war?
Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Seymour; None else of name, and noble estimate.
Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
Boling. Welcome, my lords : I wot, your love pur
A banish'd traitor: all my treasury
Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.