'Tis nothing lesse: conceit is still deriu'dFrom some fore‑father greefe, mine is not so,For nothing hath begot my something greefe,Or something, hath the nothing that I greeue,'Tis in reuersion that I do possesse,
[960]
But what it is, that is not yet knowne, whatI cannot name, 'tis namelesse woe I wot.Enter Greene.Gree.Heauen saue your Maiesty, and wel met Gentle
(men:
I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland.Qu.Why hop'st thou so? Tis better hope he is:
[965]
For his designes craue hast, his hast good hope,Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt?Gre.That he our hope, might haue retyr'd his power,and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope,Who strongly hath set footing in this Land.
[970]
The banish'd
Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe,
And with vp‑lifted Armes is safe arriu'dAt
Rauenspurg.
Qu.Now God in heauen forbid.Gr.O Madam 'tis too true: and that is worse,
[975]
The
L.
Lord Northumberland, his yong sonne
Henrie Percie,
The Lords of
Rosse, Beaumo
, and
Willoughby,
With all their powrefull friends are fled to him.Bush.Why haue you
not proclaim'd Northumberland
And the rest of the reuolted faction, Traitors?Gre.
[980]
We haue: whereupon the Earle of WorcesterHath broke his staffe, resign'd his Stewardship,And al the houshold seruants fled with him to
BullinbrookQu.So
Greene, thou art the midwife of my woe,
And
Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre:
[985]
Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie,And I a gasping new deliuered mother,Haue woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd.Bush.Dispaire not Madam.Qu.Who shall hinder me?
[990]
I will dispaire, and be at enmitieWith couzening hope; he is a Flatterer,A Parasite, a keeper backe of death,Who gently would dissolue the bands of life,Which false hopes linger in extremity.Enter YorkeGre.
[995]
Heere comes the Duke of Yorke.Qu.With signes of warre about his aged necke,Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes:Vncle, for heauens sake speake comfortable words:Yor.Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth,
[1000]
Where nothing liues but crosses, care and greefe:Your husband he is gone to saue farre off,Whilst others come to make him loose at home:Heere am I left to vnder‑prop his Land,Who weake with age, cannot support my selfe:
[1005]
Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made,Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.Enter a seruant.Ser.My Lord, your sonne was gone before I came.Yor.He was: why so: go all which way it will:The Nobles they are fled, the Commons they are cold,
[1010]
And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side.Sirra, get thee to Plashie to my sister Gloster,Bid her send me presently a thousand pound,Hold, take my Ring.Ser.My Lord, I had forgot
[1015]
To tell your Lordship, to day I came by, and call'd there,But I shall greeue you to report the rest.Yor.What is't knaue?
Ser.An houre before I came, the Dutchesse di'de.Yor.Heau'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes
[1020]
Come rushing on this wofull Land at once?I know not what to do: I would to heauen(So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it)The King had cut off my head with my brothers.What, are there postes dispatcht for Ireland?
[1025]
How shall we do for money for these warres?Come sister (Cozen I would say) pray pardon me.Go fellow, get thee home, p
oouide some Carts,
And bring away the Armour that is there.Gentlemen, will you muster men?
[1030]
If I know how, or which way
to order these affaires
Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,Neuer beleeue me. Both are my kinsmen,Th'one is my Soueraigne, whom both my oathAnd dutie bids defend: th'other againe
[1035]
Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrong'd,Whom conscience, and my kindred bids to right:Well, somewhat we must do: Come Cozen,Ile dispose of you. Gentlemen, go muster vp your men,And meet me presently at Barkley Castle:
[1040]
I
should to Plashy too: but time will not permit,
All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at six and seuen.ExitBush.The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland,But none returnes: For vs to leuy powerProportionable to th'enemy, is all impossible.Gr.
[1045]
Besides our nee
renesse to the King in loue,
Is neere the hate of those loue not the King.Ba.And that's the wauering Commons, for their loueLies in their purses, and who so empties them,By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate.Bush.
[1050]
Wherein the king stands generally condemn'dBag.If iudgement lye in them, then so do we,Because we haue beene euer neere the King.Gr.Well: I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle,The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there.Bush.
[1055]
Thither will I with you, for little officeWill the hatefull Commons performe for vs,Except like Curres, to teare vs all in peeces:Will you go along with vs?Bag.No, I will to Ireland to his Maistie:
[1060]
Farewell, if hearts presages be not vaine,We three here part, that neu'r shall meete againe.Bu.That's as Yorke thriues to beate back
BullinbrokeGr.Alas poore Duke, the taske he vndertakesIs numbring sands, and drinking Oceans drie,
[1065]
Where one on his side fights, thousands will flye.Bush.Farewell a
once, for once, for all, and euer.
Well, we may meete againe.Bag.I feare me neuer.Exit.
Scæna Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter the Duke of Herford, and Northum
berland.
Bul.How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now?Nor.
[1070]
Beleeue me noble Lord,I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire,These high wilde hilles, and rough vneeuen waies,Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearisome:And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar,Mak in
Scæna Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter the Duke of Herford, and Northum
berland.
Bul.How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now?Nor.
[1070]
Beleeue me noble Lord,I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire,These high wilde hilles, and rough vneeuen waies,Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearisome:And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar,
[1075]
Making the hard way sweet and delectable:But I bethinke me, what a wearie wayFrom Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found,In
Rosse and
Willoughby, wanting your companie,
Which I protest hath very much beguild
[1080]
The tediousnesse, and processe of my trauell:But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haueThe present benefit that I possesse:And hope to ioy, is little lesse in ioy,Then hope enioy'd: By this, the wearie Lords
[1085]
Shall make their way seeme short, as mine hath done,By sight of what I haue, your Noble Companie.Bull.Of much lesse value is my Companie,Then your good words: but who comes here?Enter H. Percie.North.It is my Sonne, young
Harry Percie,
[1090]
Sent from my Brother
Worcester: Whence soeuer.
Harry, how fares your Vnckle?
Percie.I had thought, my Lord, to haue learn'd his
health of you.
North.Why, is he not with the Queene?Percie.No, my good Lord, he hath forsook the Court,
[1095]
Broken his Staffe of Office, and disperstThe Household of the King.North.What was his reason?He was not so resolu'd, when we last spake together.Percie.Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor.
[1100]
But hee, my Lord, is gone to Rauenspurgh,To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford,And sent me ouer by Barkely, to discouerWhat power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there,Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh.North.
[1105]
Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford (Boy.)Percie.No, my good Lord; for that is not forgotWhich ne're I did remember: to my knowledge,I neuer in my life did looke on him.North.Then learne to know him now: this is the
Duke.
Percie.
[1110]
My gracious Lord, I tender you my seruice,Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,Which elder dayes shall ripen, and confirmeTo more approued seruice, and desert.Bull.I thanke thee gentle
Percie, and be sure
[1115]
I count my selfe in nothing else so happy,As in a Soule remembring my good Friends:And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue,It shall be still thy true Loues recompence,My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus seales it.North.
[1120]
How farre is it to Barkely? and what stirreKeepes good old
Yorke there, with his Men of Warre?
Percie.There stands the Castle, by yond tuft of Trees,Mann'd with three hundred men, as I haue heard,And in it are the Lords of
Yorke, Barkely, and
Seymor,
[1125]
None else of Name, and noble estimate.Enter Rosse and Willoughby.North.Here come the Lords of
Rosse and
Willoughby,
Bloody with spurring, fierie red with haste.Bull.Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pursuesA banisht Traytor; all my Treasurie
[1130]
Is yet but vnfelt thankes, which more enrich'd,Shall be your loue, and labours recompence.Ross.Your presence makes vs rich, most Noble Lord.Willo.And farre surmounts our labour to attaine it.Bull.Euermore thankes, th'Exchequer of the poore,
[1135]
Which till my infant‑fortune comes to yeeres,Stands for my Bountie: but who comes here
?Enter Barkely.North.It is my Lord of Barkely, as I ghesse.Bark.My Lord of Hereford, my Message is to you.Bull.My Lord, my Answere is to
Lancaster,
[1140]
And I am come to seeke that Name in England,And I must finde that Title in your Tongue,Before I make reply to aught you say.Bark.Mistake me not, my Lord, 'tis not my meaningTo raze one Title of your Honor out.
[1145]
To you, my Lord, I come (what Lord you will)From the most glorious of this Land,The Duke of Yorke, to know what pricks you onTo take aduantage of the absent time,And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe‑borne Armes.Enter Yorke.Bull.
[1150]
I shall not need transport my words by you,Here comes his Grace in Person. My Noble Vnckle.York.Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,Whose dutie is deceiuable, and false.Bull.My gracious Vnckle.York.
[1155]
Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me,I am no Traytors Vnckle, and that word Grace,In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane.Why haue these banish'd, and forbidden Legges,Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground?
[1160]
But more then why, why haue they dar'd to marchSo many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome,Frighting her pale‑fac'd Villages with Warre,And ostentation of despised Armes?Com'st thou because th'anoynted King is hence?
[1165]
Why foolish Boy, the King is left behind,And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power.Were I but now the Lord of such hot youth,As when braue
Gaunt, thy Father, and my selfe
Rescued the
Black Prince, that yong
Mars of men,
[1170]
From forth the Rankes of many thousand French:Oh then, how quickly should this Arme of mine,Now Prisoner to the Palsie, chastise thee,And minister correction to thy Fault.Bull.My gracious Vnckle, let me know my Fault,
[1175]
On what Condition stands it, and wherein?York.Euen in Condition of the worst degree,In grosse Rebellion, and detested Treason:Thou art a banish'd man, and here art comeBefore th'expiration of thy time,
[1180]
In brauing
AtmesArmes against thy Soueraigne.
Bull.As I was banish'd, I was banish'd
Hereford,
But as I come, I come for
Lancaster.
And Noble Vnckle, I beseech your GraceLooke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye:
[1185]
You are my Father, for me thinkes in youI see old
Gaunt aliue. Oh then my Father,
Will you permit, that I shall stand condemn'dA wandring Vagabond; my Rights and RoyaltiesPluckt from my armes perforce, and giuen away
[1190]
To vpstart Vnthrifts? Wherefore was I borne?If that my Cousin King, be King of England,It must be graunted, I am Duke of Lancaster.You haue a Sonne,
Aumerle, my Noble Kinsman,
Had you first died, and he beene thus trod downe,
[1195]
He should haue found his Vnckle
Gaunt a Father,
To rowze his Wrongs, and chase them to the bay.I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here,And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue:My Fathers goods are all distraynd, and sold,
[1200]
And these, and all, are all amisse imployd.What would you haue me doe? I am a Subiect,And challenge Law: Attorneyes are deny'd me:And therefore personally I lay my claimeTo my Inheritance of free Discent.North.
[1205]
The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd.Ross.It stands your Grace vpon, to doe him right.Willo.Base men by his endowments are made great.York.My Lords of England, let me tell you this,I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs,
[1210]
And labour'd all I could to doe him right:But in this kind, to come in brauing Armes,Be his owne Caruer, and cut out his way,To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be;And you that doe abett him in this kind,
[1215]
Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all.North.The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming isBut for his owne: and for the right of that,Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd,And let him neu'r see Ioy, that breakes that Oath.York.
[1220]
Well, well, I see the issue of these Armes,I cannot mend it, I must needs confesse,Because my power is weake, and all ill left:But if I could, by him that gaue me life,I would attach you all, and make you stoope
[1225]
Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King.But since I cannot, be it knowne to you,I doe remaine as Neuter. So fare you well,Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle,And there repose you for this Night.Bull.
[1230]
An offer Vnckle, that wee will accept:But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vsTo Bristow Castle, which they say is heldBy
Bushie, Bagot, and ther Complices,
The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth,
[1235]
Which I haue sworne to weed, and plucke away.York.It may be I will go with you: but yet Ile pawse,For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes:Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,Things past redresse, are now with me past care.Exeunt.
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter H. Percie.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
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<l n="1091">
<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, how fares your Vnckle?</l>
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<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1092">I had thought, my Lord, to haue learn'd his
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<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1093">Why, is he not with the Queene?</l>
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<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1094">No, my good Lord, he hath forsook the Court,</l>
<l n="1095">Broken his Staffe of Office, and disperst</l>
<l n="1096">The Household of the King.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1097">What was his reason?</l>
<l n="1098">He was not so resolu'd, when we last spake together.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1099">Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor.</l>
<l n="1100">But hee, my Lord, is gone to Rauenspurgh,</l>
<l n="1101">To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford,</l>
<l n="1102">And sent me ouer by Barkely, to discouer</l>
<l n="1103">What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there,</l>
<l n="1104">Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1105">Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford (Boy.)</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1106">No, my good Lord; for that is not forgot</l>
<l n="1107">Which ne're I did remember: to my knowledge,</l>
<l n="1108">I neuer in my life did looke on him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1109">Then learne to know him now: this is the
<lb/>Duke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1110">My gracious Lord, I tender you my seruice,</l>
<l n="1111">Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,</l>
<l n="1112">Which elder dayes shall ripen, and confirme</l>
<l n="1113">To more approued seruice, and desert.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1114">I thanke thee gentle<hi rend="italic">Percie</hi>, and be sure</l>
<l n="1115">I count my selfe in nothing else so happy,</l>
<l n="1116">As in a Soule remembring my good Friends:</l>
<l n="1117">And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue,</l>
<l n="1118">It shall be still thy true Loues recompence,</l>
<l n="1119">My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus seales it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1120">How farre is it to Barkely? and what stirre</l>
<l n="1121">Keepes good old<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>there, with his Men of Warre?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Percie.</speaker>
<l n="1122">There stands the Castle, by yond tuft of Trees,</l>
<l n="1123">Mann'd with three hundred men, as I haue heard,</l>
<l n="1124">And in it are the Lords of<hi rend="italic">Yorke, Barkely</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Seymor</hi>,</l>
<l n="1125">None else of Name, and noble estimate.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Rosse and Willoughby.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1126">Here come the Lords of<hi rend="italic">Rosse</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Willoughby</hi>,</l>
<l n="1127">Bloody with spurring, fierie red with haste.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1128">Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pursues</l>
<l n="1129">A banisht Traytor; all my Treasurie</l>
<l n="1130">Is yet but vnfelt thankes, which more enrich'd,</l>
<l n="1131">Shall be your loue, and labours recompence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ros">
<speaker rend="italic">Ross.</speaker>
<l n="1132">Your presence makes vs rich, most Noble Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Willo.</speaker>
<l n="1133">And farre surmounts our labour to attaine it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1134">Euermore thankes, th'Exchequer of the poore,</l>
<l n="1135">Which till my infant‑fortune comes to yeeres,</l>
<l n="1136">Stands for my Bountie: but who comes here<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Barkely.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1137">It is my Lord of Barkely, as I ghesse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ber">
<speaker rend="italic">Bark.</speaker>
<l n="1138">My Lord of Hereford, my Message is to you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1139">My Lord, my Answere is to<hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>,</l>
<l n="1140">And I am come to seeke that Name in England,</l>
<l n="1141">And I must finde that Title in your Tongue,</l>
<l n="1142">Before I make reply to aught you say.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ber">
<speaker rend="italic">Bark.</speaker>
<l n="1143">Mistake me not, my Lord, 'tis not my meaning</l>
<l n="1144">To raze one Title of your Honor out.</l>
<l n="1145">To you, my Lord, I come (what Lord you will)</l>
<l n="1146">From the most glorious of this Land,</l>
<l n="1147">The Duke of Yorke, to know what pricks you on</l>
<l n="1148">To take aduantage of the absent time,</l>
<l n="1149">And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe‑borne Armes.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Yorke.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1150">I shall not need transport my words by you,</l>
<l n="1151">Here comes his Grace in Person. My Noble Vnckle.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1152">Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,</l>
<l n="1153">Whose dutie is deceiuable, and false.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1154">My gracious Vnckle.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1155">Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me,</l>
<l n="1156">I am no Traytors Vnckle, and that word Grace,</l>
<l n="1157">In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane.</l>
<l n="1158">Why haue these banish'd, and forbidden Legges,</l>
<l n="1159">Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground?</l>
<l n="1160">But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march</l>
<l n="1161">So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome,</l>
<l n="1162">Frighting her pale‑fac'd Villages with Warre,</l>
<l n="1163">And ostentation of despised Armes?</l>
<l n="1164">Com'st thou because th'anoynted King is hence?</l>
<l n="1165">Why foolish Boy, the King is left behind,</l>
<l n="1166">And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power.</l>
<l n="1167">Were I but now the Lord of such hot youth,</l>
<l n="1168">As when braue<hi rend="italic">Gaunt</hi>, thy Father, and my selfe</l>
<l n="1169">Rescued the<hi rend="italic">Black Prince</hi>, that yong<hi rend="italic">Mars</hi>of men,</l>
<l n="1170">From forth the Rankes of many thousand French:</l>
<l n="1171">Oh then, how quickly should this Arme of mine,</l>
<l n="1172">Now Prisoner to the Palsie, chastise thee,</l>
<l n="1173">And minister correction to thy Fault.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1174">My gracious Vnckle, let me know my Fault,</l>
<l n="1175">On what Condition stands it, and wherein?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1176">Euen in Condition of the worst degree,</l>
<l n="1177">In grosse Rebellion, and detested Treason:</l>
<l n="1178">Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come</l>
<l n="1179">Before th'expiration of thy time,</l>
<l n="1180">In brauing<choice>
<orig>Atmes</orig>
<corr>Armes</corr>
</choice>against thy Soueraigne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1181">As I was banish'd, I was banish'd<hi rend="italic">Hereford</hi>,</l>
<l n="1182">But as I come, I come for<hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>.</l>
<l n="1183">And Noble Vnckle, I beseech your Grace</l>
<l n="1184">Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye:</l>
<l n="1185">You are my Father, for me thinkes in you</l>
<l n="1186">I see old<hi rend="italic">Gaunt</hi>aliue. Oh then my Father,</l>
<l n="1187">Will you permit, that I shall stand condemn'd</l>
<l n="1188">A wandring Vagabond; my Rights and Royalties</l>
<l n="1189">Pluckt from my armes perforce, and giuen away</l>
<l n="1190">To vpstart Vnthrifts? Wherefore was I borne?</l>
<l n="1191">If that my Cousin King, be King of England,</l>
<l n="1192">It must be graunted, I am Duke of Lancaster.</l>
<l n="1193">You haue a Sonne,<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>, my Noble Kinsman,</l>
<l n="1194">Had you first died, and he beene thus trod downe,</l>
<l n="1195">He should haue found his Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Gaunt</hi>a Father,</l>
<l n="1196">To rowze his Wrongs, and chase them to the bay.</l>
<l n="1197">I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here,</l>
<l n="1198">And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue:</l>
<l n="1199">My Fathers goods are all distraynd, and sold,</l>
<l n="1200">And these, and all, are all amisse imployd.</l>
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<cb n="1"/>
<l n="1201">What would you haue me doe? I am a Subiect,</l>
<l n="1202">And challenge Law: Attorneyes are deny'd me:</l>
<l n="1203">And therefore personally I lay my claime</l>
<l n="1204">To my Inheritance of free Discent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1205">The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ros">
<speaker rend="italic">Ross.</speaker>
<l n="1206">It stands your Grace vpon, to doe him right.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Willo.</speaker>
<l n="1207">Base men by his endowments are made great.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1208">My Lords of England, let me tell you this,</l>
<l n="1209">I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs,</l>
<l n="1210">And labour'd all I could to doe him right:</l>
<l n="1211">But in this kind, to come in brauing Armes,</l>
<l n="1212">Be his owne Caruer, and cut out his way,</l>
<l n="1213">To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be;</l>
<l n="1214">And you that doe abett him in this kind,</l>
<l n="1215">Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1216">The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is</l>
<l n="1217">But for his owne: and for the right of that,</l>
<l n="1218">Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd,</l>
<l n="1219">And let him neu'r see Ioy, that breakes that Oath.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1220">Well, well, I see the issue of these Armes,</l>
<l n="1221">I cannot mend it, I must needs confesse,</l>
<l n="1222">Because my power is weake, and all ill left:</l>
<l n="1223">But if I could, by him that gaue me life,</l>
<l n="1224">I would attach you all, and make you stoope</l>
<l n="1225">Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King.</l>
<l n="1226">But since I cannot, be it knowne to you,</l>
<l n="1227">I doe remaine as Neuter. So fare you well,</l>
<l n="1228">Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle,</l>
<l n="1229">And there repose you for this Night.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1230">An offer Vnckle, that wee will accept:</l>
<l n="1231">But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs</l>
<l n="1232">To Bristow Castle, which they say is held</l>
<l n="1233">By<hi rend="italic">Bushie, Bagot</hi>, and ther Complices,</l>
<l n="1234">The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth,</l>
<l n="1235">Which I haue sworne to weed, and plucke away.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
<l n="1236">It may be I will go with you: but yet Ile pawse,</l>
<l n="1237">For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes:</l>
<l n="1238">Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,</l>
<l n="1239">Things past redresse, are now with me past care.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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