Enter [Bolingbroke], [Duke of Lancaster and] Hereford, [and] Northumberland [with soldiers].
How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
Believe me, noble lord,
2.3.31108I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire.
2.3.41109These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
2.3.51110Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome.
2.3.61111And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
2.3.71112Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
2.3.91114From Ravenspurgh to Cotshall will be found
2.3.101115In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
2.3.111116Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
2.3.121117The tediousness and process of my travel.
2.3.131118But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
2.3.161121Than hope enjoyed. By this the weary lords
2.3.171122Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done
2.3.181123By sight of what I have, your noble company.
Of much less value is my company
2.3.201125Than your good words. But who comes here?
It is my son, young Harry Percy,
2.3.221128Sent from my brother Worcester whencesoever. --
I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of you.
Why, is he not with the Queen?
No, my good lord. He hath forsook the court,
2.3.271134Broken his staff of office, and dispersed
What was his reason? He was not so resolved
Because your lordship was proclaimèd traitor,
2.3.331140To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
2.3.341141And sent me over by Berkeley to discover
2.3.351142What power the Duke of York had levied there,
2.3.361143Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
2.3.391146Which ne'er I did remember. To my knowledge,
Then learn to know him now. This is the Duke.
[To Bolingbroke] My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
2.3.431151Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
2.3.441152Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
2.3.481156As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
2.3.501158It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
2.3.511159My heart this covenant makes; my hand thus seals it.
[He gives Percy his hand.]
[To Percy] How far is it to Berkeley? And what stir
2.3.531161Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
There stands the castle by yon tuft of trees,
2.3.551163Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard;
2.3.561164And in it are the lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour,
[Enter Ross and Willoughby.]
Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby,
2.3.591168Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
2.3.621171Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enriched,
2.3.631172Shall be your love and labor's recompense.
Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
And far surmounts our labor to attain it.
Evermore thank's the exchequer of the poor,
2.3.671176Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
2.3.681177Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
[Enter Berkeley.]
It is my lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
My lord, my answer is -- "to Lancaster,"
2.3.721182And I am come to seek that name in England,
2.3.731183And I must find that title in your tongue
Mistake me not, my lord, 'tis not my meaning
2.3.771187To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
2.3.781188From the most gracious regent of this land,
2.3.791189The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
2.3.811191And fright our native peace with self-borne arms.
[Enter York.]
I shall not need transport my words by you.
2.3.831194Here comes his grace in person. -- My noble uncle!
[He kneels.]
Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
[Standing] My gracious uncle --
Tut, tut!
2.3.87.1Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
2.3.881199I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace"
2.3.901201Why have those banished and forbidden legs
2.3.911202Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?
2.3.921203But then more "why": why have they dared to march
2.3.941205Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
2.3.961207Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence?
2.3.971208Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,
2.3.991210Were I but now the lord of such hot youth
2.3.1011212Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
2.3.1021213From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
2.3.1031214Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.
Even in condition of the worst degree,
As I was banished, I was banished Hereford;
2.3.1191230Will you permit that I shall stand condemned
2.3.1201231A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
2.3.1211232Plucked from my arms perforce and given away
2.3.1261237Had you first died and he been thus trod down,
2.3.1271238He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father
2.3.1281239To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
2.3.1311242My father's goods are all distrained and sold,
2.3.1341245And I challenge law. Attorneys are denied me,
[To York] The noble Duke hath been too much abused.
[To York] It stands your grace upon to do him right.
[To York] Base men by his endowments are made great.
My lords of England, let me tell you this:
2.3.1451256To find out right with wrong, it may not be.
The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is
2.3.1511262And let him never see joy that breaks that oath!
Well, well. I see the issue of these arms.
An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
It may be I will go with you; but yet I'll pause,
2.3.1701281Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are.
1282Things past redress are now with me past care.
Exeunt.