55O Vld Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lancaster,

66 Hast thou according to thy oath and bande

77 Brought hither Henrie Herford thy bolde sonne,

88 Here to make good the boistrous late appeale,

99Which then our leysure would not let vs heare

1010Against the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Moubray ?

1111Gaunt. I haue my Leige.

1212King. Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him,

1313If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,

1414Or worthily as a good subiect should

1515On some knowne ground of treacherie in him.

1616Gaunt. As neere as I could sift him on that argument,

1717On some apparent daunger seene in him,

1818Aimde at your highnes, no inueterate malice.

1919King. Then call them to our presence face to face,

2020And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare,

2121The accuser and the accused freely speake:

2222High stomackt are they both and full of ire,

2323In rage, deafe as the sea, hastie as fire.

2525Bulling. Manie yeares of happie daies befall,

2626My gratious soueraigne my most louing liege.

2727Mowb. Each day still better others happines,

2828Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,

2929Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.

3030King. We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs,

3131As well appeareth by the cause you come,

3232Namely to appeale each other of high treason:

3333Coosin of Herford, what dost thou obiect

3434Against the Duke of Norffolke Thomas Mowbray?

3535Bull. First, heauen be the record to my speech,

3636In the deuotion of a subiects loue,

3737Tendring the pretious safetie of my Prince,

3838And free from other misbegotten hate,

3939Come I appellant to this princely presence.

4040Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,

4141And marke my greeting well: for what I speake

4242My body shall make good vpon this earth,

4343Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen:

4444Thou art a traitour and a miscreant,

4545Too good to be so, and too bad to liue,

4646Since the more faire and cristall is the skie,

4747The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flie:

4848Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,

4949With a foule traitors name stuffe I thy throte,

5050And wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue,

5151What my tong speaks, my right drawen sword may proue.

5252Mow. Let not my cold wordes here accuse my zeale,

5353Tis not the triall of a womans warre,

5454The bitter clamour of two eger tongues

5555Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine,

5656The bloud is hote that must be coold for this,

5757Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,

5858As to be huisht, and naught at all to say.

5959First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbs me,

6060From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech,

6161Which else would post vntill it had returnd,

6262These termes of treason doubled downe his throat:

6363Setting aside his high blouds royaltie,

6464And let him be no kinsman to my Liege,

6565I do defie him, and I spit at him,

6666Call him a slaunderous coward, and a villaine,

6767Which to maintaine, I would allow him ods,

6868And meete him were I tied to runne afoote,

6969Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,

7070Or any other ground inhabitable,

7171Where euer Englishman durst set his foote,

7272Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,

7373By all my hopes most falsly doth he lie.

7474Bull. Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage,

7575Disclaiming here the kinred of the King,

7676And lay aside my high bloudes royaltie,

7777Which Feare, not Reuerence makes thee to except.

7878If guilty dread haue left thee so much strength,

7979As to take vp mine honours pawne, then stowpe,

8080By that, and all the rites of Knighthoode else,

8181Will I make good against thee arme to arme,

8282What I haue spoke, or thou canst worse deuise.

8383Mow. I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare,

8484Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder,

8585Ile answer thee in any faire degree,

8686Or chiualrous designe of knightly triall:

8787And when I mount, aliue may I not light,

8888If I be traitor or vniustly fight.

8989King. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbraies charge?

9090It must be great that can inherit vs,

9191So much as of a thought of ill in him.

9292Bul. Looke what I speake, my life shall proue it true,

9393That Mowbray hath receiude eight thousand nobles

9494In name of Lendings for your Highnes souldiours,

9595The which he hath detaind for lewd imployments,

9696Like a false traitour, and iniurious villaine:

9797Besides I say, and will in battle proue,

9898Or here, or elsewhere to the furthest Verge:

9999That euer was surueyed by English eye,

100100That all the treasons for these eighteene yeares,

101101Complotted and contriued in this land:

102102Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring,

103103Further I say and further will maintaine

104104Vpon his bad life to make all this good,

105105That he did plotte the Duke of Glocesters death,

106106Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries,

107107And eonsequently like a taitour coward,

108108Slucte out his innocent soule through streames of bloud,

109109Which bloud, like sacrificing Abels cries,

110110Euen from the tounglesse Cauernes of the earth,

111111To me for iustice and rough chastisement:

112112And, by the glorious worth of my descent,

113113This arme shall do it, or this life be spent.

114114King. How high a pitch his resolution soares,

115115Thomas of Norfolke what saist thou to this ?

116116Mowb. Oh let my soueraigne turne awaie his face,

117117And bid his eares a little while be deafe.

118118Till I haue tolde this slaunder of his bloud,

119119How God and good men hate so foule a lier.

120120King. Mowbray impartiall are our eies and eares,

121121Were he my brother, nay, my kingdomes heire,

122122As he is but my fathers brothers sonne,

123123Now by scepters awe I make a vowe,

124124Such neighbour neerenes to our sacred bloud

125125Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize

126126The vnstooping firmenesse of my vpright soule,

127127He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou,

128128Free speech and fearelesse I to thee allowe.

129129Mowb. Then Bullingbrooke as lowe as to thy heart

130130Through the false passage of thy throate thou liest.

131131Three partes of that receipte I had for Callice,

132132Disburst I duely to his highnesse souldiers,

133133The other part reserude I by consent,

134134For that my soueraigne liege was in my debt.

135135Vpon remainder of a deare account:

136136Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene:

137137Now swallow downe that lie. For Glocesters death,

138138I slewe him not but to my own disgrace,

139139Neglected my sworne duety in that case:

140140For you my noble Lord of Lancaster,

141141The honourable father to my foe,

142142Once did I lay an ambushe for your life,

143143A trespasse that doth vex my grieued soule:

144144Ah but ere I last receiude the Sacrament,

145145I did confesse it, and exactly begd

146146Your graces pardon, and I hope I had it.

147147This is my fault, as for the rest appeald

148148It issues from the rancour of a villaine,

149149A recreant and most degenerate traitour,

150150Which in my selfe I boldly will defende,

151151And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage

152152Vpon this ouerweening traitors foote,

153153To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman,

154154Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome,

155155In haste wherof most hartily I pray

156156Your highnes to assigne our triall day.

157157King. Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by me,

158158Lets purge this choler without letting bloud,

159159This we prescribe though no Phisition,

160160Deepe malice makes too deepe incision,

161161Forget, forgiue, conclude and be agreed,

162162Our doctors say, this is no month to bleede:

163163Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne,

164164Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke, you your sonne.

165165Gaunt. To be a make-peace shal become my age,

166166Throw downe (my sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.

167167King. And Norfolke throw downe his.

168168Gaunt. When Harry? when obedience bids,

169169Obedience bids I should not bid againe.

170170King. Norfolke throw downe we bid, there is no boote.

172171Mow. My selfe I throw dread soueraigne at thy foote,

173172My life thou shalt command, but not my shame,

174173The one my duety owes, but my faire name

175174Despight of death that liues vpon my graue,

176175To darke dishonours vse thou shalt not haue:

177176I am disgraste, impeacht, and baffuld heere,

178177Pierst to the soule with Slaunders venomd speare,

179178The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud

180179Which breathde this poyson.

181180King. Rage must be withstoode,

182181Giue me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame.

183182Mowb. Yea but not change his spots : take but my shame,

184183And I resigne my gage, my deare deare Lord,

185184The purest treasure mortall times afford,

186185Is spotlesse Reputation that away

187186Men are but guilded loame, or painted clay,

188187A iewell in a ten times bard vp chest,

189188Is a bold spirit in a loyall breast:

190189Mine honour is my life, both grow in one,

191190Take honour from me, and my life is done :

192191Then (deare my Liege) mine honour let me trie,

193192In that I liue, and for that will I die.

194193King. Coosin, throw vp your gage, do you beginne.

196194Bull. O God defend my soule from such deepe sinne,

197195Shall I seeme Crest-fallen in my fathers fight?

198196Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height,

199197Before this out-darde Dastard? ere my tong

200198Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,

201199Or sound so base a parlee, my teeth shall teare

202200The slauish motiue of recanting feare,

203201And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,

204202Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face.

206203King. We were not borne to sue, but to commaund,

207204Which since we cannot do, to make you friends,

208205Be ready as your liues shall answere it,

209206At Couentry vpon saint Lamberts day,

210207There shall your swords and launces arbitrate

211208The swelling difference of your setled hate,

212209Since we cannot atone you, we shall see

213210Iustice designe the Victors chiualrie,

214211Lord Marshal, commaund our Officers at Armes,

215212Be ready to direct these home all armes. Exit.

218214Gaunt Alas, the part I had in Woodstockes bloud,

219215Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes,

220216To stirre against the butchers of his life,

221217But since correction lieth in those hands,

222218Which made the fault that we cannot correct:

223219Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,

224220Who when they see the houres ripe on earth,

225221Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads.

226222Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre?

227223Hath loue in thy old bloud no liuing fire?

228224Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one,

229225Were as seuen viols of his sacred bloud,

230226Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote:

231227Some of those seuen are dried by natures course,

232228Some of those branches by the Destinies cut:

233229But Thomas my deare Lord, my life, my Glocester,

234230One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud,

235231One flourishing branch of his most royall roote

236232Is crackt, and all the precious liquor spilt,

237233Is hackt downe, and his summer leaues all faded

238234By Enuies hand, and Murders bloudy axe.

239235Ah Gaunt, his bloud was thine, that bed, that womb,

240236That mettall, that selfe mould, that fashioned thee

241237Made him a man: and though thou liuest and breathest,

242238Yet art thou slaine in him, thou doost consent

243239In some large measure to thy fathers death,

244240In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,

245241Who was the modell of thy fathers life:

246242Call it not patience Gaunt, it is dispaire,

247243In suffring thus thy brother to be slaughtred,

248244Thou shewest the naked pathway to thy life,

249245Teaching sterne Murder how to butcher thee:

250246That which in meane men we intitle Patience,

251247Is pale cold Cowardice in noble breasts.

252248What shall I saie? to safegard thine owne life,

253249The best way is to venge my Glocesters death.

254250Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods substitute,

255251His deputy annointed in his sight,

256252Hath causd his death, the which if wrongfully,

257253Let heauen reuenge, for I may neuer lift

258254An angry arme against his minister.

259255Duch. Where then may I complainemy selfe?

260256Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence,

261257Duch. Why then I will; farewell olde Gaunt,

262258Thou goest to Couentry, there to behold

263259Our Coosen Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.

264260O set my husbands wronges on Herefords speare,

265261That it may enter butchers Mowbraies brest:

266262Or if misfortune misse the first carier,

267263Be Mowbraies sinnes so heauy in his bosome

268264That they may breake his foming coursers backe,

269265And throw the rider headlong in the listes,

270266A caitiue recreant to my Coosen Hereford,

271267Farewell old Gaunt, thy sometimes brothers wife,

272268With her companion Griefe must end her life.

273269Gaunt Sister farewell, I must to Couentry,

274270As much good stay with thee, as go with me.

275271Duch. Yet one word more, griefe boundeth where is fals,

276272Not with the emptines, hollownes, but weight:

277273I take my leaue before I haue begone,

278274For sorrow endes not when it seemeth done:

279275Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke,

280276Lo this is all: nay yet depart not so,

281277Though this be al, doe not so quickly go:

282278I shall remember more: Bid him, ah what?

283279With all good speede at Plashie visite me,

284280Alacke and what shall good olde Yorke there see,

285281But empty lodgings and vnfurnisht wals,

286282Vnpeopled offices, vntrodden stones,

287283And what cheere there for welcome but my grones?

288284Therfore commend me, let him not come there,

289285To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where,

290286Desolate desolate will I hence and die:

291287The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eie. Exeunt.

294289Mar. My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford armde?

295290Aum. Yea at all points, and longs to enter in.

296291Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold,

297292Staies but the summons of the appellants trumpet.

298293Aum. Why then the Champions are prepard and stay

299294For nothing but his maiesties approach.

303297King Marshall demaunde of yonder Champion,

304298The cause of his arriuall here in armes,

305299Aske him his name, and orderly proceede

306300To sweare him in the iustice of his cause.

307301Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who thou art.

308302And why thou comest thus knightly clad in armes,

309303Against what man thou comst and what thy quarell.

310304Speake truly on thy knighthoode, and thy oth,

311305As so defend the heauen and thy valour.

312306Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke,

313307Who hither come ingaged by my oath,

314308(Which God defende a Knight should violate)

315309Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

316310To God, my King, and my succeeding issue,

317311Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me,

318312And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,

319313To proue himin d efending of my selfe,

320314A traitour to my God, my King, and me,

321315And as I truely fight, defend me heauen.

323318King Marshall aske yonder Knight in armes,

324319Both who he is, and why he commeth hither,

325320Thus plated in habiliments of warre,

326321And formally according to our lawe,

327322Depose him in the iustice of his cause.

328323Mar. What is thy name? and wherfore comst thou hither?

329324Before king Richard in his royall lists,

330325Against whom comes thou? and whats thy quarrell?

331326Speake like a true Knight, so defend thee heauen.

332327Bul. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Darbie

333328Am I, who ready here do stand in Armes

334329To proue by Gods grace, and my bodies valour

335330In lists, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norffolke,

336331That he is a traitour foule and dangerous,

337332To God of heauen, king Richard and to me:

338333And as I truely fight, defend me heauen.

339334Mar. On paine of death, no person be so bold,

340335Or daring, hardy, as to touch the listes,

341336Except the Martiall and such officers

342337Appoynted to direct these faire designes.

343338Bul. Lord Martiall, let me kisse my Souereignes hand,

344339And bow my knee before his Maiestie,

345340For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men,

346341That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage,

347342Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue,

348343And louing farewell of our seuerall friends.

349344Mar. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes,

350345And craues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue.

351346King We will descend and fold him in our armes,

352347Coosin of Herford, as thy cause is right,

353348So be thy fortune in this royall fight:

354349Farewell my bloud, which if to day thou shead,

355350Lament we may, but not reuenge the dead.

356351Bul. O let no noble eie prophane a teare

357352For me, if I be gorde with Mowbraies speare:

358353As confident as is the Falcons flight

359354Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.

360355My louing Lord, I take my leaue of you:

361356Of you (my noble cousin) Lord Aumarle,

362357Not sicke although I haue to do with death,

363358But lusty, yong and cheerely drawing breth:

364359Loe, as at English feasts so I regreet

365360The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

366361Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud,

367362Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate

368363Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,

369364To reach at Victory aboue my head:

370365Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,

371366And with thy blessings steele my launces point,

372367That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote.

373368And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt,

374369Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne.

375370Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous,

376371Be swift like lightning in the execution,

377372And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,

378373Fall like amaZing thunder on the caske

379374Of thy aduerse pernitious enemy,

380375Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue.

381376Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue.

382377Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot,

383378There liues or dies true to King Richards throne,

384379A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman:

385380Neuer did captiue with a freer heart

386381Cast off his chaines of bondagee, and embrace

387382His golden vncontrould enfranchisment,

388383More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate

389384This feast of battle with mine aduersarie,

390385Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,

391386Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres,

392387As gentle, and as iocund as to iest

393388Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet brest.

394389King. Farewell (my Lord) securely I espie,

395390Vertue with Valour couched in thine eie,

396391Order the triall Martiall, and beginne.

397392Mart. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Darby,

398393Receiue thy launce, and God defend the right.

399394Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry, Amen.

400395Mart. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke.

401396Herald Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Darby

402397Stands here, for God, his soueraigne, and himselfe,

403398On paine to be found false and recreant,

404399To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray

405400A traitor to God, his king, and him,

406401And dares him to set forward to the fight.

407402Herald 2Here standeth Thomas Mowbray D . of Norfolk

408403On paine to be found false and recreant,

409404Both to defend himselfe, and to approue

410405Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Darby,

411406To God, his soueraigne, and to him disloyall,

412407Couragiously, and with a free desire,

413408Attending but the signall to beginne.

414409Mart. Sound trumpets, and set forward Combatants:

415410Stay, the king hath throwen his warder downe.

416411King. Let them lay by their helmets, and their speares,

417412And both returne backe to their chaires againe,

418413Withdraw with vs, and let the trumpets sound,

419414While we returne these dukes what we decree.

421415Draw neere and list

422416What with our counsell we haue done:

423417For that our kingdomes earth should not be soild

424418With that deare bloud which it hath fostered:

425419And for our eies do hate the dire aspect

426420Of cruell wounds plowd vp with neighbours sword,

426.1421And for we thinke the Egle-winged pride

426.2422Of skie-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,

426.3423With riuall hating enuy set on you

426.4424To wake our peace, which in our Countries cradle

426.5425Draw the sweet infant breath of gentle sleepe,

427426Which so rouZde vp with boistrous vntunde drummes,

428427With harsh resounding trumpets dreadfull bray,

429428And grating shocke of harsh resounding armes,

430429Might from our quiet confines fright faire Peace,

431430And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud;

432431Therefore we banish you our territories:

433432You cousin Hereford vpon paine of life,

434433Til twice fiue summers haue enricht our fields,

435434Shall not regreete our faire dominions,

436435But treade the stranger paths of banishment.

437436Bul. Your will be done; this must my comfort be,

438437That Sunne that warmes you here, shall shine on me,

439438And those his golden beames to you heere lent,

440439Shall point on me, and guilde my banishment.

441440King Norfolke, for thee remaines a heauier doome,

442441Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce,

443442The slie slow houresshall not determinate

444443The datelesse limite of thy deere exile,

445444The hoplesse word of neuerto returne,

446445Breathe I against thee, vpon paine of life.

447446Mowb. A heauy sentence, my most soueraigne Liege,

448447And all vnlookt for from your Highnesse mouth,

449448A deerer merit not so deepe a maime,

450449As to be cast forth in the common ayre

451450Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands:

452451The language I haue learnt these forty yeeres,.

453452My natiue English now I must forgo,

454453And now my tongues vse is to me, no more

455454Than an vnstringed violl or a harpe,

456455Or like a cunning instrument casde vp,

457456Or being open, put into his hands

458457That knowes no touch to tune the harmonie:

459458Within my mouth you haue engaold my tongue,

460459Doubly portculist with my teeth and lippes,

461460And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance

462461Is made my Gaoler to attend on me:

463462I am too olde to fawne vpon a nurse,

464463Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now,

465464What is thy sentence but speechlesse death?

466465Which robbes my tongue from breathing natiue breath.

467466King It bootes thee not to be compassionate,

468467After our sentence playning comes too late.

469468Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light,

470469To dwel in solemne shades of endlesse night.

471470King. Returne againe, and take an othe with thee,

472471Lay on our royall sword your banisht hands,

473472Sweare by the duty that y'owe to God,

474473(Our part therein we banish with your selues,)

475474To keepe the oath that we administer:

476475You neuer shall, so helpe you truth and God,

477476Embrace each others loue in banishment,

478477Nor neuer looke vpon each others face,

479478Nor neuer write, regreete, nor reconcile

480479This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate,

481480Nor neuer by aduised purpose meete,

482481To plot, contriue, or complot any ill,

483482Gainst vs, our state, our subiects, or our land.

484483Bul. I sweare.

485484Mow. And I, to keepe al this.

486485Bul. Norffolke, so fare as to mine enemy:

487486By this time, had the King permitted vs,

488487One of our soules had wandred in the aire,

489488Banisht this fraile sepulchre of our flesh,

490489As now our flesh is banisht from this land,

491490Confesse thy treasons ere thou flie the realme,

492491Since thou hast far to go, beare not along

493492The clogging burthen of a guiltie soule.

494493Mow. No Bullingbrooke, if euer I were traitour,

495494My name be blotted from the booke of life,

496495And I from heauen banisht as from hence:

497496But what thou art, God, thou, and I, do know,

498497And al too soone (I feare) the King shall rew:

499498Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I stray,

500499Saue backe to England al the worlds my way. Exit.

501500King. Vncle, euen in the glasses of thine eyes,

502501I see thy grieued heart: thy sad aspect

503502Hath from the number of his banisht yeeres

504503Pluckt foure away, sixe frozen winters spent,

505504Returne with welcome home from banishment.

506505Bull. How long a time lies in one little word.

507506Foure lagging winters and foure wanton springes,

508507End in a word, such is the breath of Kinges.

509508Gaunt. I thanke my liege that in regard of me,

510509He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile,

511510But little vantage shall I reape thereby:

512511For eare the sixe yeares that he hath to spend

513512Can change their moones, and bring their times about,

514513My oile-dried lampe, and time bewasted light

515514Shall be extint with age and endlesse nightes,

516515My intch of taper will be burnt and done,

517516And blindfold Death not let me see my sonne.

518517King. Why Vnckle thou hast many yeares to liue.

519518Gaunt. But not a minute King that thou canst giue,

520519Shorten my daies thou canst with sullen sorrowe,

521520And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow:

522521Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age,

523522But stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage:

524523Thy word is currant with him for my death,

525524But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath.

526525King. Thy sonne is banisht vpon good aduise,

527526Whereto thy tong a party verdict gaue,

528527Why at our iustice seemst thou then to lower?

529528Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prooue in digestion sowre.

530529You vrgde me as a iudge, but I had rather,

531530You would haue bid me argue like a father:

531.1531Oh had't beene a stranger, not my child,

531.2532To smooth his fault I should haue beene more milde:

531.3533A partiall slaunder ought I to auoide,

531.4534And in the sentence my owne life destroyed:

532535Alas, I lookt when some of you should say,

533536I was too strict to make mine owne away:

534537But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue,

535538Against my will to do my selfe this wrong.

536539King. Coosen farewel, and Vnckle, bid him so,

537540Sixe yeares we banish him and he shall go.

539541Au. Cosin farewel, what presence must not know,

540542From where you doe remaine let paper shew.

541543Mar. My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride

542544As farre as land will let me by your side.

543545Gaunt. Oh to what purpose doest thou hoard thy words,

544546That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends?

545547Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you,

546548When the tongues office should be prodigall,

547549To breathe the aboundant dolor of the heart.

548550Gaunt. Thy griefe is but thy absence for a time.

549551Bull. Ioy absent, griefe is present for that time.

550552Gaunt. What is sixe winters? they are quickly gone.

551553Bul. To men in ioy, but griefe makes one hower ten.

552554Gaun. Call it a trauaile that thou takst for pleasure.

553555Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,

554556Which findes it an inforced pilgrimage.

555557Gaun. The sullen passage of thy weary steps,

556558Esteeme as foyle wherein thou art to set,

557559The pretious Iewell of thy home returne.

557.1560Bul. Nay rather euery tedious stride I make,

557.2561Will but remcmber me what a deale of world:

557.3562I wander from the Iewels that I loue.

557.4563Must I not serue a long apprentishood,

557.5564To forreine passages, and in the end,

557.6565Hauing my freedome, boast of nothing else,

557.7566But that I was a iourneyman to griefe.

557.8567Gaun. All places that the eie of heauen visits,

557.9568Are to a wiseman portes and happie hauens:

557.10569Teach thy necessity to reason thus,

557.11570There is no vertue like necessity,

557.12571Thinke not the King did banish thee,

557.13572But thou the King. Woe doth the heauier sit,

557.14573Where it perceiues it is but faintly borne:

557.15574Go, say I sent thee foorth to purchase honour,

557.16575And not the King exilde thee; or suppose,

557.17576Deuouring pestilence hangs in our aire,

557.18577And thou art flying to a fresher clime:

557.19578Looke what thy soule holds deare, imagine it

557.20579To ly that way thou goest, not whence thou comst:

557.21580Suppose the singing birds musitions,

557.22581The grasse whereon thou treadst, the presence strowd,

557.23582The flowers, faire Ladies, and thy steps, no more

557.24583Then a delightfull measure or a dance,

557.25584For gnarling sorrow hath lesse power to bite,

557.26585The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.

558586Bul. Oh who can hold a fier in his hand,

559587By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

560588Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,

561589By bare imagination of a feast?

562590Or wallow naked in December snow,

563591By thinking on fantasticke sommers heate?

564592Oh no, the apprehension of the good,

565593Giues but the greater feeling to the worse:

566594Fell sorrowes tooth doth neuer ranckle more,

567595Then when he bites, but launceth not the soare.

568596Gaun. Come come my sonne Ile bring thee on thy way,

569597Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

570598Bul. Then Englands ground farewell, sweet soile adiew,

571599My mother and my nurse that beares me yet,

572600Where eare I wander boast of this I can,

573601Though banisht, yet a true borne English man. Exeunt.

576604King We did obserue. Coosen Aumarle,

577605How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

578606Aum. I brought high Herford, if you call him so,

579607But to the next high way, and there I left him.

580608King And say, what store of parting teares were shed?

581609Aum. Faith none for me, except the Northeast winde,

582610Which then blew bitterly against our faces,

583611Awakt the sleeping rhewme, and so by chance

584612Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.

585613King What said our cousin when you parted with him?

586614Aum. Farewel, & for my hart disdained that my tongue

587615Should so prophane the word that taught me craft,

588616To counterfaite oppression of such griefe,

589617That words seemd buried in my sorrowes graue:

590618Marry would the word Farewel haue lengthned howers,

591619And added yeares to his short banishment,

592620He should haue had a volume of farewels:

593621But since it would not, he had none of me.

594622King. He is our Coosens Coosin, but tis doubt,

595623When time shall call him home from banishment,

596624Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.

597625Our selfe and Bushie,

598626Obserued his courtship to the common people,

599627How he did seeme to diue into their harts,

600628With humble and familiar courtesie,

601629With reuerence he did throw away on slaues,

602630Wooing poore craftsmen with the craft of smiles.

603631And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune,

604632As twere to banish their affects with him,

605633Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench,

606634A brace of draimen bid God speed him well,

607635And had the tribute of his supple knee,

608636With thankes my countreymen my louing friendes,

609637As were our England in reuersion his,

610638And he our subiects next degree in hope.

611639Greene. Wel, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts,

612640Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

613641Expedient mannage must be made my liege,

614642Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes,

615643For their aduantage and your highnes losse.

616644King. We will our selfe in person to this warre,

617645And for our coffers with too great a court,

618646And liberall larges are growen somewhat light,

619647We are inforst to farm our royall Realme,

620648The reuenew whereof shall furnish vs,

621649For our affaires in hand if that come short,

622650Our substitutes at home shall haue blanke charters,

623651Whereto, when they shal know what men are rich,

624652They shal subscribe them for large summes of gold,

625653And send them after to supply our wants,

626654For we will make for Ireland presently.

629656Bush. Olde Iohn of Gaunt is grieuous sicke my Lord,

630657Sodainely taken, and hath sent post haste,

631658To intreate your Maiestie to visite him.

632659King Where lies he?

633660Bush. At Ely house.

634661King Now put it (God) in the Physitions mind,

635662To help him to his graue immediatly:

636663The lining of his coffers shall make coates

637664To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres.

638665Come gentlemen, lets all go visite him,

639666Pray God we may make haste and come too late,

667 Amen Exeunt.

642669Gaunt. Wil the King come that I may breathe my last?

643670In holsome counsell to his vnstaied youth.

644671Yorke Vex not your selfe, nor striue not with your breath,

645672For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare.

646673Gaunt. Oh but they say, the tongues of dying men,

647674Inforce attention like deepe harmony:

648675Where words are scarce they are seldome spent in vaine,

649676For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine:

650677He that no more must say, is listened more

651678Than they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose,

652679More are mens ends markt than their liues before:

653680The setting Sunne, and Musike at the close,

654681As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last,

655682Writ in remembrance more than things long past,

656683Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare,

657684My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare.

658685Yorke No, it is stopt with other flattering soundes,

659686As praises of whose taste the wise are found

660687Lasciuious meeters, to whose venome sound

661688The open eare of youth doth aIwayes listen,

662689Report of fashions in proude Italie,

663690Whose maners still our tardy apish nation

664691Limps after in base imitation:

665692Where doth the world thrust forth a vanitie,

666693So it be new, theres no respect how vile,

667694That is not quickly buzde into his eares?

668695Then all too late comes Counsell to be heard,

669696Where will doth mutiny with wits regard:

670697Direct not him whose way himselfe wil chuse,

671698Tis breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose.

672699Gaunt Me thinkes I am a prophet new inspirde,

673700And thus expiring do foretell of him,

674701His rash fierce blaze of ryot cannot last:

675702For violent fires soone burne out themselues.

676703Small shoures last long, but sodaine stormes are short:

677704He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes

678705With eagre feeding foode doth choke the feeder,

679706Light vanitie insatiate cormorant,

680707Consuming meanes soone praies vpon it selfe:

681708This royall throne of Kings, this sceptred Ile,

682709This earth of maiestie, this seate of Mars,

683710This other Eden, demy Paradice,

684711This fortresse built by Nature for her selfe,

685712Against infection and the hand of warre,

686713This happy breede of men, this little world,

687714This precious stone set in the siluer sea,

688715Which serues it in the office of a wall,

689716Or as moate defensiue to a house,

690717Against the enuie of lesse happier lands.

691718This blessed plot, this earth, this realme, this England,

692719This nurse, this teeming wombe of royall Kings,

693720Feard by their breed, and famous by theyr byrth,

694721Renowned for theyr deedes as far from home,

695722For christian seruice, and true chiualry,

696723As is the sepulchre in stubburne Iewry,

697724Of the worlds ransome blessed Maries sonne:

698725This land of such deare soules, this deere deere land,

699726Deare for her reputation through the world,

700727Is now leasde out; I dye pronouncing it,

701728Like to a tenement or pelting Farme.

702729England bound in with the triumphant sea,

703730Whose rockie shoare beates backe the enuious siege

704731Of watry Neptune, is now bound in with shame,

705732With inckie blots, and rotten parchment bonds:

706733That England that was wont to conquer others,

707734Hath made a shamefull conquest

of it selfe:

708735Ah would the scandall vanish with my life,

709736How happy then were my ensuing death?

712737Yorke The King is come, deale mildely with his youth,

713738For young hot colts being ragde, do rage the more.

714740Queene How fares our noble vncle Lancaster?

715741King What comfort man? how ist with aged Gaunt?

716742Gaunt O how that name befits my composition!

717743Old Gaunt indeede, and gaunt in being olde:

718744Within me Griefe hath kept a tedious fast.

719745And who abstaines from meate that is not gaunt?

720746For sleeping England long time haue I watcht,

721747Watching breedes leanenesse, leanenesse is all gaunt:

722748The pleasure that some fathers feede vpon

723749Is my strict fast; I meane my childrens lookes,

724750And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt:

725751Gaunt am I for the graue, gaunt as a graue,

726752Whose hollow wombe inherites naught but bones.

727753King Can sicke men play so nicely with their names?

728754Gaunt No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe,

729755Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in me,

730756I mocke my name (great King) to flatter thee.

731757King Should dying men flatter with those that liue?

732758Gaunt No no, men liuing flatter those that die.

733759King. Thou now a dying sayest thou flatterest me.

734760Gaunt. Oh no, thou diest, though I the sicker be.

735761King. I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.

736762Gaunt. Now he that made me knowes I see theeill.

737763Ill in my selfe to see, and in thee, seeing ill,

738764Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land,

739765Wherein thou liest in reputation sicke,

740766And thou too carelesse pacient as thou art

741767Commitst thy annoynted body to the cure

742768Of those Physitions that first wounded thee,

743769A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne,

744770Whose compasse is no bigger than thy head,

745771And yet inraged in so small a verge,

746772The waste is no whit lesser than thy land:

747773Oh had thy grandsire with a Prophets eie,

748774Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes,

749775From forth thy reach he would haue Iaid thy shame,

750776Deposing thee before thou wert possest,

751777Which art possest now to depose thy selfe:

752778Why cousin wert thou regent of the world,

753779It were a shame to let this land by lease:

754780But for thy world enioying but this land,

755781Is it not more than shame to shame it so?

756782Landlord of England art thou now not, not King,

757783Thy state of lawe is bondslaue to the lawe,

758784And thou

759785King. A lunatike leane-witted foole,

760786Presuming on an agues priuiledge,

761787Darest with thy frozen admonition

762788Make pale our cheeke, chasing the royall bloud

763789With furie from his natiue residence.

764790Now by my seates right royall maiestie,

765791Wert thou not brother to great Edwards sonne,

766792This tong that runnes so roundly in thy head,

767793Should runne thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders.

768794Gaunt Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne,

769795For that I was his father Edwards sonne,

770796That bloud already like the Pellican,

771797Hast thou tapt out and drunkenly carowst,

772798My brother Glocester plaine well meaning soule,

773799Whom faire befall in heauen mongst happy soules,

774800Maie be a president and witnes good:

775801That thou respectst not spilling Edwards bloud:

776802Ioine with the present sicknes that I haue,

777803And thy vnkindnes be like crooked age,

778804To crop at once a too long withered flower,

779805Liue in thy shame, but die not shame with thee,

780806These words hereafter thy tormentors be,

781807Convay me to my bed then to my graue,

782808Loue they to liue that loue and honour haue.

783810King And let them die that age and sullens haue,

784811For both hast thou, and both become the graue.

785812Yorke I doe beseech your Maiesty, impute his words

786813To waiward sicklines and age in him,

787814He loues you on my life, and holdes you deere,

788815As Harry Duke of Hereford were he here.

789816King Right, you say true, as Herefords loue, so his

790817As theirs, so mine, and all be as it is.

792818North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Ma-(iestie.

794819King What saies he?

795820North. Nay nothing, all is said:

796821His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument,

797822Words, life, and al, old Lancaster hath spent.

798823Yorke Be Yorke the next that must be bankrout so,

799824Though death be poore, it ends a mortall wo.

800825King The ripest fruit first fals, and so doth he,

801826His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be;

802827So much for that. Now for our Irish wars,

803828We must supplant those rough rugheaded kerne,

804829Which liue like venome, where no venome else,

805830But onely they haue priuiledge to liue.

806831And for these great affaires do aske some charge,

807832Towards our assistance we doe seaze to vs:

808833The plate, coine, reuenewes, and moueables

809834Whereof our Vnckle Gaunt did stand possest.

810835Yorke How long shal I be patient? ah how long

811836Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?

812837Not Glocesters death, nor Herefords banishment,

813838Nor Gauntes rebukes, nor Englands priuate wrongs,

814839Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke,

815840About his mariadge, nor my owne disgrace,

816841Haue euer made me sower my patient cheeke,

817842Or bende one wrinckle on my soueraignes face:

818843I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes,

819844Of whom thy father Prince of Wales was first

820845In warre was neuer Lyon ragde more fierce,

821846In peace was neuer gentle lambe more milde,

822847Then was that young and princely Gentleman:

823848His face thou hast, for euen so lookt he,

824849Accomplisht with a number of thy howers;

825850But when he frowned it was against the french,

826851And not against his friends: his noble hand

827852Did win what he did spende, and spent not that

828853Which his triumphant fathers hand had wonne:

829854His hands were guilty of no kinred bloud,

830855But bloudie with the enemies of his kinne:

831856Oh Richard: Yorke is too far gone with griefe,

832857Or else he neuer would compare betweene.

833858King Why Vnckle whats the matter?

835859Yorke Oh my liege, pardone me if you please,

836860If not I pleasd not to be pardoned, am content with all,

837861Seeke you to seaze and gripe into your hands

838862The roialties and rights of banisht Hereford:

839863Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Hereford liue?

840864Was not Gaunt iust? and is not Harrie true?

841865Did not the one deserue to haue an heire?

842866Is not his heire a well deseruing sonne?

843867Take Herefordes rightes away, and take from time

844868His charters, and his customarie rightes;

845869Let not to morrow then ensue to daie:

846870Be not thy selfe. For how ait thou a King

847871But by faire sequence and succession?

848872Now afore God God forbidde I say true,

849873If you doe wrongfully seaze Herefords rightes,

850874Call in the letters patents that he hath

851875By his attourneies generall to sue

852876His liuery, and deny his offred homage,

853877You plucke a thousand dangers on your head,

854878You loose a thousand well disposed hearts,

855879And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts,

856880Which honour, and alleageance cannot thinke.

857881King Thinke what you wil, we cease into our hands

858882His plate, his goods, his money and his landes.

859883Yorke Ile not be by the while, my liege farewell,

860884What will ensue hereof thers none can tell:

861885But by bad courses may be vnderstood

862886That their euents can neuer fall out good. Exit.

863887King Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire straight,

864888Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house,

865889To see this busines: to morrow next

866890We will for Ireland, and tis time I trow,

867891And we create in absence of our selfe,

868892Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England;

869893For he is iust, and alwaies loued vs well:

870894Come on our Queene, to morrow must we part,

871895Be merry, for our time of staie is short.

873897North. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

874898Rosse And liuing to, for now his sonne is Duke.

875899Will. Barely in title, not in reuenewes.

876900North. Richly in both if iustice had her right.

877901Rosse My heart is great, but it must breake with silence,

878902Eart be disburdened with a liberall tongue.

879903North. Nay speake thy mind, & let him nere speake more

880904That speakes thy words againe to doe thee harme.

881905Wil. Tends that thou wouldst speake to the Duke of Her-(ford?

882906If it be so, out with it boldlyman,

883907Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him.

884908Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him,

885909Vnlesse you call it good to pitty him,

886910Bereft, and gelded of his patrimony.

887911North. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne,

889912In him a royall Prince and many mo,

890913Of noble bloud in this declining land,

891914The King is not himselfe, but basely led

892915By flatterers, and what they will informe,

893916Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all,

894917That will the King seuerely prosecute,

895918Gainst vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.

896919Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieuous taxes,

897920And quite lost their hearts. The nobles hath he finde,

898921For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts.

899922Willo. And daily new exactions are deuisde,

900923As blanckes, beneuolences, and I wot not what:

901924But what a Gods name doth become of this?

902925North. Wars hath not wasted it, for warrde he hath not,

903926But basely yeelded vpon compromise,

904927That which his noble auncestors atchiued with blowes,

905928More hath he spent in peace then they in wars.

906929Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme.

907930Will. The King growen banckrout like a broken man.

908931North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him.

909932Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars,

910933His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,

911934But by the robbing of the banisht Duke.

912935North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King,

913936But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing,

914937Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme:

915938We see the wind sit sore vpon our sailes,

916939And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

917940Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer,

918941And vnauoided is the danger now

919942For suffering so the causes of our wracke.

920943North. Not so, euen through the hollow eies of death,

921944I spie life peering but I dare not say.

922945How neere the tidings of our comfort is.

923946Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours.

924947Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland

925948We three are but thy selfe, and speaking so

926949Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold.

927950North. Then thus, I haue from le Port Blan

928951A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence,

929952That Harry duke of Herford, Rainold L. Cobham

930953That late broke from the Duke of Exeter

931954His brother, archbishop late of Canterburie,

932955Sir Thomas Erpingham, sir Iohn Ramston,

933956Sir Iohn Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Francis Coines;

934957All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine

935958With eight tall shippes, three thousand men of warre,

936959Are making hither with all due expedience,

937960And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore:

938961Perhaps they had ere this but that they stay

939962The first departing of the King for Ireland.

940963If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke,

941964Impe out our drowping countries broken wing,

942965Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne,

943966Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt,

944967And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe,

945968Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh:

946969But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

947970Stay, and be secret, and my selfe will go.

948971Rosse To horse, to horse, vrge doubts to them that feare.

949972Willo. Holde out my horse, and I will first be there.

953975Bush. Madam, your maiestie is too much sad,

954976You promist, when you parted with the King,

955977To lay aside life-harming heauines,

956978And entertaine a cheerefull disposition.

957979Queene To please the king I did, to please my selfe

958980I cannot do it; yet I know no cause

959981Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe,

960982Saue bidding farewell to so sweete a guest,

961983As my sweete Richard: yet agayne me thinkes

962984Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe,

963985Is comming towardes me and my inward soule,

964986With nothing trembles, at something it grieues,

965987More then with parting from my Lord the King.

966988Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes,

967989Which shewes like griefe it selfe, but is not so:

968990For Sorrowes eyes glazed with blinding teares,

969991Diuides one thing entire to many obiects,

970992Like perspectiues, which rightly gazde vpon

971993Shew nothing but confusion; eyde awry,

972994Distinguish forme: so your sweet maiestie,

973995Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,

974996Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile,

975997Which lookt on as it is, is naught but shadows

976998Of what it is not; then thrice (gracious Queene)

977999More then your Lords departure weep not, more is not seen

9781000Or if it be, tis with false Sorrowes eye,

9791001Which for things true, weepes things imaginarie.

9801002Queene It may be so; but yet my inward soule

9811003Perswades me it is otherwise: how ere it be,

9821004I cannot but be sad: so heauie sad,

9831005As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke,

9841006Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke.

9851007Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady.

9861008Queene Tis nothing lesse: conceit is still deriude,

9871009From some forefather griefe, mine is not so,

9881010For nothing hath begot my something griefe.

9891011Or something hath the nothing that I grieue,

9901012Tis in reuersion that I do possesse,

9911013But what it is that is not yet knowen what,

9921014I cannot name, tis namelesse woe I wot.

9941015Greene God saue your maiesty, and well met Gentlemen,

9951016I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland.

9961017Queene Why hopest thou so? tis better hope he is,

9971018For his designes craue haste, his haste good hope:

9981019Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt?

9991020Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power,

10001021And driuen into despaire an enemies hope,

10011022Who strongly hath set footing in this land,

10021023The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe,

10031024And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh.

10051025Queene Now God in heauen forbid.

10061026Greene Ah Madam! tis too true, and that is worse:

10071027The lord Northumberland, his son yong H. Percie,

10081028The lords of Rosse, Beaumond, and Willoughby,

10091029With all their powerful friends are fled to him.

10101030Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland

10111031And al the rest reuolted faction, traitours ?

10121032Greene We haue, whereupon the earle of Worcester

10131033Hath broken his Staffe, resignd his Stewardship,

10141034And al the houshold seruants fled with him to Bullingbrook

10151035Queene So Greene, thou art the midwife to my woe,

10161036And Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire,

10171037Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie,

10181038And I a gasping new deliuerd mother,

10191039Haue woe to woe, sorow to sorow ioynde

10201040Bushie Dispaire not Madam.

10211041Queene Who shall hinder me?

10221042I will dispaire and be at enmitie

10231043With cousening Hope, he is a flatterer,

10241044A parasite, a keeper backe of Death,

10251045Who gently would dissolue the bands of life,

10261046Which false Hope lingers in extremitie.

10281047Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke.

10291048Queene With signes of war about his aged necke,

10301049Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes!

10311050Vncle, for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes.

1031.11051Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts,

10321052Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth,

10331053Where nothing liues but crosses, cares and griefe:

10341054Your husband, he is gone to saue far off,

10351055Whilst others come to make him loose at home:

10361056Heere am I left to vnderprop his land,

10371057Who weake with age cannot support my selfe,

10381058Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made,

10391059Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him.

10411060Seruingman My Lord, your son was gone before I came.

10421061Yorke He was; why so go all which way it will:

10431062The nobles they are fled, the commons they are colde,

10441063And will (I feare) reuolt on Herefords side.

10451064Sirra, get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester,

10461065Bid her send me presently a thousand pound,

10471066Hold take my ring.

10481067Seruingman My Lord, I had forgot to tel your Lordship:

10491068To day as I came by I called there,

10501069But I shall grieue you to report the rest.

10511070Yorke What ist knaue?

10521071Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died.

10531072Yorke God for his mercy, what a tide of woes

10541073Comes rushing on this wofull land at once!

10551074I know not what to do: I would to God,

10561075(So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it)

10571076The King had cut off my head with my brothers.

10581077What are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland?

10591078How shal we do for money for these wars?

10601079Come sister, cousin I would say, pray pardon me:

10611080Go fellow get thee home, prouide some cartes,

10621081And bring away the armour that is there.

10631082Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

10641083If I know how or which way to order these affayres

10651084Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,

10661085Neuer beleeue me: both are my kinsmen,

10671086Tone is my soueraigne, whom both my oath

10681087And duety bids defend; tother againe

10691088Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrongd,

10701089Whom conscience, and my kinred bids to right.

10711090Wel somewhat we must do: Come cousin,

10721091Ile dispose of you: Gentlemen, go muster vp your men,

10731092And meete me presently at Barkly:

10741093I should to Plashie too, but time wil not permit:

10751094All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at sixe and seauen.

10761096Bush. The winde sits faire for newes to go for Ireland,

10771097But none returnes. For vs to leuie power

10781098Proportionable to the enemy is all vnpossible.

10791099Gree. Besides our neerenes to the King in loue,

10801100Is neare the hate of those loue not the King.

10811101Bag. And that is the wauering commons, for their loue

10821102Lies in their purses, and who so empties them,

10831103By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate.

10841104Bush. Wherein the King stands generally condemnd.

10851105Bag. If iudgment lie in them, then so do we,

10861106Because we euer haue beene neere the King.

10871107Gree. Well I will for refuge straight to Brist. Castle,

10881108The Earle of Wiltshire is already there.

10891109Bush. Thither will I with you, for little office

10901110Will the hatefull commons perfourme for vs,

10911111Except like curs to teare vs all to pieces:

10921112Will you go along with vs?

10931113Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his Maiesty,

10941114Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine,

10951115We three here part that nere shall meete againe.

10961116Bush. Thats as Yorke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrook.

10971117Gree. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes,

10981118Is numbring sands, and drinking Oceans drie,

10991119Where one on his side fights, thousands will flie:

11001120Farewell at once, for once, for all, and euer.

11011121Bush. Well, we may meete againe.

11021122Bag. I feare me neuer.

11061124Bull. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now?

11071125North. Beleeue me noble Lord,

11081126I am a stranger here in Glocestershire,

11091127These high wild hils and rough vneuen waies,

11101128Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome,

11111129And yet your faire discourse hath beene as sugar,

11121130Making the hard way sweete and delectable,

11131131But I bethinke me what a weary way

11141132From Rauenspurgh to Cotshall will be found,

11151133In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your company,

11161134Which I protest hath very much beguild,

11171135The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell:

11181136But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue

11191137The present benefit which I possesse,

11201138And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioye,

11211139Then hope enioyed: by this the weary Lords

11221140Shall make their way seeme short as mine hath done,

11231141By sight of what I haue, your noble company.

11241142Bull. Of much lesse value is my company,

11251143Then your good wordes. But who comes here?

11271145North. It is my sonne young Harry Persy,

11281146Sent from my brother Worcester whencesoeuer.

11291147Harry, how fares your Vnckle?

11301148H.Per. I had thought my Lord to haue learned his health(of you.

11321149North. Why is he not with the Queene?

11331150H.Per. No my good Lord, he hath forsooke the court,

11341151Broken his staffe of office and disperst

11351152The houshold of the King.

11361153North. What was his reason, he was not so resolude,

11371154When last we spake togither?

11381155H Per. Because your Lowas proclaimed traitor,

11391156But he my Lo:is gone to Rauenspurgh,

11401157To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford,

11411158And sent me ouer by Barckly to discouer,

11421159What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there,

11431160Then with directions to repaire to Rauenspurgh.

11441161North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Herefords boy?

11451162H.Per. No my good Lo: for that is not forgot,

11461163Which nere I did remember, to my knowledge

11471164I neuer in my life did looke on him.

11481165North. Then learne to know him now, this is the Duke.

11501166H.Per. My gratious Lo: I tender you my seruice,

11511167Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,

11521168Which elder daies shal ripen and confirme

11531169To more approued seruice and desert.

11541170Bull. I thanke thee gentle Persy, and be sure,

11551171I count my selfe in nothing else so happy,

11561172As in a soule remembring my good friends,

11571173And as my fortune ripens with thy loue,

11581174It shalbe still thy true loues recompence,

11591175My heart this couenant makes, my hand thus seales it.

11601176North. How farre is it to Barckly, and what slur

11611177Keepes good old Yorke there with his men of war?

11621178H.Per. There stands the Castle by yon tuft of trees,

11631179Mand with 300. men as I haue heard,

11641180And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkly and Seymer,

11651181None else of name and noble estimate.

11671182North. Here come the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby,

11681183Bloudy with spurring, fiery red with haste.

11691184Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pursues,

11701185A banisht traitor: all my treasury

11711186Is yet but vnfelt thanks, which more inricht,

11721187Shalbe your loue and labours recompence.

11731188Rosse Your presence makes vs rich, most noble Lord.

11741189Wil. And far surmounts our labour to attaine it.

11751190Bul. Euermore thanke's the exchequer of the poore,

11761191Which till my infant fortune comes to yeares,

11771192Stands for my bounty: but who comes here?

11791193North. It is my Lord of Barkly as I guesse.

11801194Barkly My Lord of Hereford my message is to you.

11811195Bul. My Lord my answere is to Lancaster,

11821196And I am come to seeke that name in England,

11831197And I must find that title in your tongue,

11841198Before I make reply to ought you say.

11851199Bar. Mistake me not my Lord, tis not my meaning,

11861200To race one title of your honor out:

11871201To you my Lo: I come, what Lo: you will,

11881202From the most gratious regent of this land

11891203The Duke of Yorke: to know what prickes you on,

11901204To take aduantage of the absent time,

11911205And fright our natiue peace with selfe borne armes?

11931206Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you,

11941207Here comes his grace in person, my noble Vnckle.

11951208Yorke Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,

11961209Whose duety is deceiueable and false.

11971210Bull. My gratious Vnckle.

11981211Yor. Tut tut, grace me no grace, nor vnckle me no vnckle,

11991212I am no traitors Vnckle, and that word Grace

12001213In an vngratious mouth is but prophane:

12011214Why haue those banisht and forbidden legs,

12021215Dard once to touch a dust of Englands ground:

12031216But then more why? why haue they dard to march

12041217So many miles vpon her peacefull bosome,

12051218Frighting her pale fac't villadges with warre,

12061219And ostentation of despised armes?

12071220Comst thou because the annointed king is hence?

12081221Why foolish boy the King is left behinde,

12091222And in my loiall bosome lies his power,

12101223Were I but now Lord of such hot youth,

12111224As when braue Gaunt thy father and my selfe,

12121225Rescued the blacke prince that young Mars of men.

12131226From forth the ranckes of many thousand french,

12141227O then how quickly should this arme of mine,

12151228Now prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee,

12161229And minister correction to thy fault!

12171230Bull. My gratious Vnckle let me know my fault,

12181231On what condition stands it and wherein?

12191232Yorke Euen in condition of the worst degree,

12201233In grosse rebellion and detested treason,

12211234Thou art a banisht man and here art come,

12221235Before the expiration of thy time,

12231236In brauing armes against thy soueraigne.

12241237Bull. As I was banisht, I was bani sht Hereford,

12251238But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

12261239And noble Vnckle I beseech your grace,

12271240Looke on my wrongs with an indifferent eie:

12281241You are my father, for me thinkes in you

12291242I see old Gaunt aliue. Oh then my father,

12301243Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd

12311244A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties

12321245Pluckt from my armes perforce; and giuen away

12331246To vpstart vnthrifts? wherefore was I borne?

12341247If that my cousin King be King in England,

12351248It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster:

12361249You haue a sonne, Aumerle, my noble cousin,

12371250Had you first died, and he bin thus trod downe,

12381251He should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father,

12391252To rowze his wrongs and chase them to the baie.

12401253I am denyed to sue my Liuery here,

12411254And yet my letters pattents giue me leaue.

12421255My fathers goods are all distrainde and sold,

12431256And these, and all, are all amisse employed.

12441257What would you haue me do? I am a subiect;

12451258And I challenge law, Atturnies are denied me,

12461259And therefore personally I lay my claime

12471260To my inheritance of free descent.

12481261North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abused.

12491262Rosse It stands your Grace vpon to do him right.

12501263Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great.

12511264Yorke My Lords of England, let me tell you this:

12521265I haue had feeling of my cousins wrongs,

12531266And labourd all I could to do him right:

12541267But in this kind to come, in brauing armes

12551268Be his owne caruer, and cut out his way,

12561269To finde out right wyth wrong it may not be:

12571270And you that do abette him in this kinde,

12581271Cherish rebellion, and are rebells all.

12591272North. The noble Duke hath sworne his comming is,

12601273But for his owne; and for the right of that,

12611274We al haue strongly sworne to giue him ayde:

12621275And let him neuer see ioy that breakes that oath.

12631276Yorke Wel wel, I see the issue of these armes,

12641277I cannot mend it I must needes confesse,

12651278Because my power is weake and all ill left:

12661279But if I could, by him that gaue me life,

12671280I would attach you all, and make you stoope

12681281Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king;

12691282But since I cannot, be it knowen vnto you,

12701283I do remaine as newter, so fare you well,

12711284Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle,

12721285And there repose you for this night.

12731286Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept,

12741287But we must winne your Grace to go with vs,

12751288To Bristow castle, which they say is held

12761289By Bushie, Bagot, and their complices,

12771290The caterpillers of the commonwealth,

12781291Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away.

12791292Yorke It may be I will go with you, but yet Ile pawse.

12801293For I am loath to breake our countries lawes,

12811294Nor friends, nor foes to me welcome you are:

12821295Things past redresse, are now with me past care. Exeunt.

12851297Welch. My lord of Salisbury, we haue stayed ten dayes,

12861298And hardly kept our countrymen together,

12871299And yet we heare no tidings from the King,

12881300Therefore we will disperse our selues, farewell.

12891301Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,

12901302The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.

12911303Welch. Tis thought the King is dead; we wil not stay,

12921304The bay trees in our country are al witherd,

12931305And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen,

12941306The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth,

12951307And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change,

12961308Rich men looke sad, and ruffians daunce and leape,

12971309The one in feare to loose what they enioy,

12981310The other to enioy by rage and warre:

12991311These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings.

13001312Farewell, our countrymen are gone and fled,

13011313As well assured Richard their King is dead.

13021314Salis. Ah Richard! with the eies of heauy mind

13031315I see thy glory like a shooting starre

13041316Fall to the base earth from the firmament,

13051317Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west,

13061318Witnessing stormes to come, wo, and vnrest,

13071319Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes,

13081320And crosly to thy good all fortune goes.

13131323Bull. Bring forth these men.

13141324Bushie and Greene, I will not vex your soules,

13151325Since presently your soules must part your bodies

13161326With too much vrging your pernitious liues,

13171327For twere no charitie; yet to wash your bloud

13181328From off my hands, heere in the view of men

13191329I will vnfold some causes of your deaths:

13201330You haue misled a Prince, a royall King,

13211331A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments,

13221332By you vnhappied, and disfigured cleane,

13231333You haue in manner with your sinfull houres

13241334Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,

13251335Broke the possession of a royall bed,

13261336And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes

13271337With teares, drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs,

13281338My selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,

13291339Neere to the King in bloud, and neere in loue,

13301340Till you did make him misinterpret me,

13311341Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries,

13321342And sigh't my English breath in forren cloudes,

13331343Eating the bitter bread of banishment,

13341344Whilst you haue fed vpon my segniories,

13351345Disparkt my parkes, and felld my forrest woods,

13361346From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate,

13371347Rac't out my impreese, leauing me no signe,

13381348Saue mens opinions, and my liuing bloud,

13391349To shew the world I am a gentleman.

13401350This and much more, much more then twice all this

13411351Condemns you to the death: see them deliuered ouer

13421352To execution and the hand of death.

13431353Bush. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,

13441354Than Bullingbrooke to England, Lords farewell.

13451355Greene My comfort is, that heauen will take our soules,

13461356And plague iniustice with the paines of hell.

13471357Bul. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatcht:

13481358Vncle, you say the Queene is at your house,

13491359For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated,

13501360Tel her I send to her my kinde commends;

13511361Take special care my greetings be deliuered.

13521362Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht,

13531363With letters of your loue to her at large.

13541364Bul. Thankes (gentle vncle:) Come Lords, away,

13551365To fight with Glendor and his complices,

13561366A while to worke, and after holiday. Exeunt.

13611368King Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?

13621369Aum. Yea my Lord, How brookes your Grace the ayre

13631370After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

13641371King Needes must I like it well, I weepe for ioy,

13651372To stand vpon my kingdome once againe:

13661373Deere earth I do salute thee with my hand,

13671374Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes:

13681375As a long parted mother with her childe

13691376Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting;

13701377So weeping, smiling greete I thee my earth,

13711378And do thee fauours with my royall hands;

13721379Feede not thy Soueraignes foe, my gentle earth,

13731380Nor with thy sweetes comfort his rauenous sence,

13741381But let thy Spiders that sucke vp thy venome,

13751382And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way,

13761383Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete,

13771384Which with vsurping steps do trample thee,

13781385Yeelde stinging nettles to mine enemies:

13791386And when they from thy bosome plucke a flower,

13801387Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder,

13811388Whose double tongue may wyth a mortall touch,

13821389Throwe death vpon thy soueraignes enemies,

13831390Mocke not my senceles coniuration Lords,

13841391This earth shall haue a feeling, and these stones,

13851392Proue armed souldiers ere her natiue King,

13861393Shall faulter vnder foule rebellions armes.

13871394Carl. Feare not my Lord, that power that made you king,

13881395Hath power to keepe you king in spight of all,

1388.11396The meanes that heauens yeeld must be imbrac't

1388.21397And not neglected. Else heauen would,

1388.31398And we will not, heauens offer, we refuse,

1388.41399The profered meanes of succors and redresse.

13891400Aum. He meanes my Lo: that we are too remisse,

13901401Whilst Bullingbrooke through our security,

13911402Growes strong and great in substance and in power.

13921403King Discomfortable Coosen knowst thou not,

13931404That when the searching eie of heauen is hid,

13941405Behinde the globe that lights the lower world,

13951406Then theeues and robbers range abroad vnseene,

13961407In murthers and in outrage bouldy here,

13971408But when from vnder this terrestriall ball,

13981409He fires the proud tops of the easterne pines,

13991410And dartes his light through euery guilty hole,

14001411Then murthers, treasons and detested sinnes,

14011412The cloake of night being pluckt from off their backs,

14021413Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues?

14031414So when this thiefe, this traitor Bullingbrooke,

14041415Who all this while hath reueld in the night,

1404.11416Whilst we were wandring with the Antipodes,

14051417Shall see vs rising in our throne the east,

14061418His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

14071419Not able to endure the sight of day,

14081420But selfe affrighted tremble at his sinne,

14091421Not all the water in the rough rude sea,

14101422Can wash the balme offfrom an annointed King,

14111423The breath of worldly men cannot depose,

14121424The deputy elected by the Lord,

14131425For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest,

14141426To lifte shrewd steele against our golden crowne,

14151427God for his Ric: hath in heauenly pay,

14161428A glorious Angell; then if Angels fight,

14171429Weake men must fall, for heauen still gardes the right.

14191431King Welcome my Lo: how far off lies your power?

14201432Salis. Nor neare nor farther off my gratious Lo:

14211433Than this weake arme; discomfort guides my tongue,

14221434And bids me speake of nothing but Despaire,

14231435One day too late I feare me noble Lo:

14241436Hath clouded all thy happy daies on earth:

14251437O call backe yesterday, bid Time returne,

14261438And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men,

14271439To day to day vnhappie daie too late,

14281440Ouerthrowes thy ioies friends, fortune and thy state,

14291441For all the Welshmen hearing thou wert dead,

14301442Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled.

14311443Aum. Comfort my liege, why lookes your grace so pale.

14331444King But now the bloud of 20000. men,