Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. And I am come to seek that name in England: Before I make reply to aught you say. Berk. Mistake 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,) And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Enter YORK, attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person.-My noble uncle! [Kneels. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. 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, Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more why;-Why have they dar'd to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; On what condition stands it, and wherein? York. Even in condition of the worst degree, In gross rebellion, and detested treason: Thou art a banish'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 banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: If that my cousin king be king of England, And yet my letters-patent give me leave: To my inheritance of free descent. North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin'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 wrong,-it may not be ; Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is But for his own: and, for the right of that, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, But, if I could, by him that gave me life, But, since I cannot, be it known to you, Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. York. It may be, I will go with you :-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 past redress, are now with me past care. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.—A Camp in Wales. Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain. Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; The king reposeth all his confidence In thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, [Exit. Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, [Exit. |