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I know not what to do:-I would to God
head with my
brother's 8. What, are there no posts despatch'd for Ireland ?How shall we do for money
for these wars ?Come, sister),—cousin, I would say: pray, pardon
Go, fellow To the Servant.] get thee home, provide
some carts, And bring away the armour that is there.
[Exit Servant. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen; The one's my sovereign, whom both my
[Exeunt YORK and Queen.
? Disloyalty, treachery.
8 Not one of York's brothers had his head cut off, either by the king or any one else. Gloster, to whose death he probably alludes, was smothered between two beds at Calais.
9 This is one of Shakspeare's touches of nature. York is talking to the queen, his cousin, but the recent death of his sister is uppermost in his mind,
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, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con
Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever.
I fear me, never.
[Exeunt. SCENE III. The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND,
with Forces. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?
North. Believe me, noble lord,
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways,
travel: But theirs is sweeten’d with the hope to have The present benefit which I
Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Enter HARRY PERCY.
Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his
health of you.
North. Why, is he not with the queen?
What was his reason ?
| To joy is here used as a verb ; it is equivalent with to rejoice. • To joy, to clap hands, to rejoyce.' Baret. Shakspeare very frequently uses it in this sense.
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg,
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy?
Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in
life did look on him. North. Then learn to know him now; this is the
duke. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, , Such as it is, being tender, raw,
young; Which elder days shall ripen and confirm To more approved service and desert.
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
North. How far is it to Berkley? 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, Berkley, and Sey
mour ; None else of name, and noble estimate.
Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil
loughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Boling. Welcome, my lords: I wot your love
pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury
Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich’d,
lord. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
infant fortune omes to years, Stands for my bounty.
But who comes here?
Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
Boling. My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster”; 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 3: To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will), From the most gracious regent of this land, The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on To take advantage of the absent time 4, And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
Enter YORK, attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in
person.—My noble uncle!
2 • Your message, you say, is to my lord of Hereford. My answer is, It is not to him, it is to the Duke of Lancaster.'
3. How the names of them which for capital crimes against majestie were erazed out of the publicke records, tables, and registers, or forbidden to be borne by their posteritie, when their memory was damned, I could show at large.'-- Camden's Remaines, 1605, p. 136.
4 Time of the king's absence.