11531169To more approued
seruice and de
sert.
11541170Bull. I thanke thee gentle Per
sy, and be
sure,
11551171I count my
selfe in nothing el
se
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 Ca
stle 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 el
se of name and noble e
stimate.
11671182North. Here come the Lords of Ro
sse and Willoughby,
11681183Bloudy with
spurring,
fiery red with ha
ste.
11691184Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pur
sues,
11701185A bani
sht traitor: all my trea
sury
11711186Is yet but vnfelt thanks, which more inricht,
11721187Shalbe your loue and labours recompence.
11731188Rosse Your pre
sence makes vs rich, mo
st 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 gue
sse.
11801194Barkly My Lord of Hereford my me
ssage is to you.
11811195Bul. My Lord my an
swere is to Lanca
ster,
11821196And I am come to
seeke that name in England,
11831197And I mu
st find that title in your tongue,
11841198Before I make reply to ought you
say
. 11851199Bar. Mi
stake 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 mo
st gratious regent of this land
11891203The Duke of Yorke: to know what prickes you on,
11901204To take aduantage of the ab
sent time,
11911205And fright our natiue peace with
selfe
borne armes?
Bul. I
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