Frighthing her pale-fac'd villages with war, Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, A men, 1 From forth the ranks of many thousand French; O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, And minister correction to thy fault! Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; On what condition stands it, and wherein? In braving arms against thy sovereign. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd But as I come, I come for Lancaster. I am deny'd to sue my livery here, To my inheritance of free descent. t North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It stands your grace upon to do him right. Willo. Base men by his endowments are made. great. 2011 York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, But for his own: and, for the right of that, arms; I cannot mend it, I must needs confefs, And And there repose you for this night. Boling, An offer, uncle, that we will accept. But we must win your grace, to go with us To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices, The caterpillars of the common wealth, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. York. It may be, I will go with you: yet I'll pause; but For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care. [Exeunt.] A Camp in Walès. Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain. Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten And hardly kept our countrymen together, man; The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, Vol. IV. D As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit.] Sat. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, [Exit.] PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, ROSS: Officers behind with BUSHY, and GREEN, prisoners, Boling. Bring forth these men. Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls With too much urging your pernicious lives, And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Myself -a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, /Eating the bitter bread of banishment: Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods; From my own windows torn my houshold coat, Raz'd out my imprefs, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions, and my living blood, To shew the world I am a gentleman. This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death: See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. [Exeunt Nor. and others, with prisoners.] Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle. - Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; [Exeunt.] |