Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts [Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affairs Dispose of you. Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, But time will not permit: all is uneven, [Exeunt York and Queen. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to But none returns. For us to levy power Is all unpossible. Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Green. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle : The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little The hateful commons will perform for us, Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: I fear me, never. 140 SCENE III. Wilds in Gloucestershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now? North. Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire : These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome; From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company, Than hope enjoy'd by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company. Boling. Of much less value is my company Than your good words.. But who comes here? Enter HENRY PERCY. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle? Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolved when last we spake together. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, ΤΟ 20 30 Percy. No, my good lord, for that is not Which ne'er I did remember to my knowledge, North. Then learn to know him now; this is Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw and young; Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy North. How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war? Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour ; None else of name and noble estimate. Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here comes the Lords of Ross and Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Beling. Welcome, my lords. I wot your love 40 50 60 Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Enter BERKELEY. North. It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess. Berk. My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you. Boling. My lord, my answer is to Lancaster; 70 And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say. Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning To raze one title of your honour out: To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will, And fright our native peace with self-borne arms. 80 |