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?