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,