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Barck. My lord of Herford, my mesiage is to you.

Bul. My lord, my answere is to Lancaster,
And I am come to seeke that name in England,
And I must find that title in your tongue,
Before I make reply to ought you say.

Bark. Mistake me not my lord, t’is not my meaning
To race one title of your honour out:
To you my lord I come, what ford you will,
From the most glorious of this land,
The duke of Yorke, to know what pricks you on,
To take aduantage of the absent time,
And fright our natiue peace with felfe-borne armes ?

Bul. I shall not need transport my words by you,
Here comes his grace in person : my noble vnckle!

Torke. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duety is deceiueable and false.

Bul. My gracious vnckle!

Yorke. Tut, tut, grace me no grace, nor vnckle me no I am no traitours vnckle; and that word grace (unckle, In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane : Why haue those | banisht and forbidden legs Darde once to touch a g dust of Englands ground? But more then why? why haue they darde to march So many miles vpon her peacefull bofome, Fryting her pale-facde villages with warre, And oftentation of despised armes ? Comst thou because th'annoynted king is hence ? Why foolish boy, the king is left behind, And in my loyall bosome lies his power : Were I but now ++ lord of such hot youth, As when braue Gaunt thy father, and thy 1 felfe, Rescued the blacke prince that young Mars of men, towne + Enter Yorke I no uncle omitted || tbeli sebe tt nou the 11sy


From foorth the rancks of many thousands French,
O then how quickly should this arme of mine,
Now prisoner to the paulsey *, chastise thee,
And minister correction to thy fault !

Bul. My gracious vnckle, let me know my fault,
On what condition stands it, and wherein ?

Yorke. Euen in condition of the worst degree,
In grosse rebellion, and detested treason :
Thou art a banisht man, and heere art come,
Before the expiration of thy time,
In brauing armes against my + foueraigne,

Bul. As I was banisht, I was banisht Herford,
But as I come, I come for Lancaster :
And noble vnckle, I beseech your grace,
Looke on my wrongs with an indifferent eye :
You are my father, or # me thinks in you
I see old Gaunt aliue. Oh then || father,
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
Pluckt from my armes perforce, and giuen away
To vpstart ynthrifts? wherefore was I borne ?
If that my coosin king, be king of England,
It must be graunted I am duke of Lancaster :
You hauc a soune, Aumerle, my noble coofin ,
Had you first died, and he beene thus trod downe,
He should haue found his vnckle Gaunt a father,
To rouze his wrongs, and chase them to the bay.
I am denied to sue my liuerie heere,
And yet my letters patents giue me leaue.
My fathers goods are all diftraind and fold,
And these, and all, are all tt amisse employed,
What would you haue me doe? I am a subiect,
Plafby ttby 1 for then my skinsman it are all omitted


And I* challenge law, atturnies are denide me,
And therefore personally I lay my claime
To my inheritance of free descent.

North. The noble duke hath been too much abusde.
Rolle. It stands your grace vpon, to do him right.
Willo, Base men by his endowments are made great.

Yorke. My lords of England, let me tell you this ;
I haue had feeling of my coolins wrongs,
And laboured all I could to do 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 wrong, it may not be:
And you that do abette him in this kind,
Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

North. The noble duke hath sworne, his comming is
But for his owne; and for the right of chat,
We all haue strongly sworne to give him ayde:
And let him ne're fee ioy that breakes that oath.

Yorke. Well, well, I see the issue of these armes ;
I cannot mend it, I must needs confesle,
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
Vnto the soueraigne mercy of the king :
But since I cannot, be it knowne to you,
I do remaine as newter ; so fare you well,
Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle,
And there repose you for this night.

Bul. An offer vnckle that we will accept,
But we must winne your grace to go with vs
To Bristow castle, which they say is held
By Bushie, Bagot, and their complicies,

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The caterpillers of the common-wealth;
Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away.

Yorke. It may be I will go with you ; but yet Ile pause,
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. +

Enter carle of Salisburie, and a Welch I captaine.
Welch. My lord of Salisburie, we haue staide ten daies,
And hardly kept our countrymen together;
And yet we heare no tidings from the king,
Therefore we will disperse our selues: farewell.

Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welchman,
The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

Welch. Tis thought the king is dead, we will not stay,
The bay-trees in our countrey all are withered,
And || meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen :
The pale-fac d moone lookes bloody on the earth,
And leane-look't prophets whisper fearefull change,
Rich men looke fadde, and ruffians daupce and leape,
The one in feare to loose what they enioy.
The other to enioy by rage and warre.
These signes fore-run the death of kings.
Farewell, our countrimen are gone and Aed,
As well assured Richard their king is dead.

Sal. Ah Richard! with eies of heavie mind,
I see thy glorie like a shooting starre,
Fall to the base earth from the firmament,
Thy sunne sets, weeping in the lowly west,
Witnessing stormes to come, woe and vnrest :
Thy friends are fled to waite vpon thy foes,
And crossely to thy good all fortune goes. $

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unter the duke of Herford, Yorke, Northumberland Bushie

and Greene prisoners.
Bul. Bring foorth these men.
Busbie and Greene, I will not vexe your soules
Since presently your soules must part your bodies,
With two much vrging your pernicious liues,
For t’were no charitie; yet to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men,
I will vnfold fome causes of


deaths You haue mil-led a prince, a royall king, A happie gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you vohappied and disfigured cleane, You haue in manner with your sinfull howres, Made a diuorce betwixt his queene and him, Broke the profesion t of a royall bed, And staind the beautie of a fayre queenes cheekes, With teares drawne from her eies with your foule wrongs, My felfe a prince by fortune of my birth, Neere to the king in blood, and neere in loue, Till they did make him mis-interpret me, Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries, And sighd my English breath in forren clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, While you haue fedde vpon my segniories, Disparkt my parkes, and feld my forrest woods, From mine owne windowes torne my houshold coate, Ract I out my impresse, leaning me no signe, Saue mens opinions, and my living blood, To show the world 1 am a gentleman. This, and much more, much more then twice all this, Condemns you to the death : see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death.

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