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It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.

       BERKELEY.

       My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       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.

       BERKELEY.

       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,

       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,

       And fright our native peace with self-borne arms.

       [Enter YORK, attended.]

       BOLINGBROKE.

       I shall not need transport my words by you;

       Here comes his Grace in person.

       My noble uncle!

       [Kneels.]

       YORK.

       Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,

       Whose duty is deceivable and false.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       My gracious uncle—

       YORK.

       Tut, tut!

       Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:

       I am no traitor’s uncle; and that word ‘grace’

       In an ungracious mouth is but profane.

       Why have those banish’d and forbidden legs

       Dar’d once to touch a dust of England’s ground?

       But then more ‘why?’ why have they dar’d to march

       So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,

       Frighting her pale-fac’d villages with war

       And ostentation of despised arms?

       Com’st thou because the anointed king is hence?

       Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,

       And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

       Were I but now lord of such hot youth

       As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself

       Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,

       From forth the ranks of many thousand French,

       O! then how quickly should this arm of mine,

       Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise the

       And minister correction to thy fault!

       BOLINGBROKE.

       My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:

       On what condition stands it and wherein?

       YORK.

       Even in condition of the worst degree,

       In gross rebellion and detested treason:

       Thou art a banish’d man, and here art come

       Before the expiration of thy time,

       In braving arms against thy sovereign.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       As I was banish’d, I was banish’d Hereford;

       But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

       And, noble uncle, I beseech your Grace

       Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:

       You are my father, for methinks in you

       I see old Gaunt alive: O! then, my father,

       Will you permit that I shall stand condemn’d

       A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties

       Pluck’d from my arms perforce, and given away

       To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?

       If that my cousin king be King in England,

       It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.

       You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;

       Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,

       He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father

       To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.

       I am denied to sue my livery here,

       And yet my letters-patents give me leave.

       My father’s goods are all distrain’d and sold;

       And these and all are all amiss employ’d.

       What would you have me do? I am a subject,

       And challenge law: attorneys are denied me;

       And therefore personally I lay my claim

       To my inheritance of free descent.

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       The noble Duke hath been too much abus’d.

       ROSS.

       It stands your Grace upon to do him right.

       WILLOUGHBY.

       Base men by his endowments are made great.

       YORK.

       My lords of England, let me tell you this:

       I have had feeling of my cousin’s wrongs,

       And labour’d all I could to do him right;

       But in this kind to come, in braving arms,

       Be his own carver and cut out his way,

       To find out right with wrong, it may not be;

       And you that do abet him in this kind

       Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

       NORTHUMBERLAND.

       The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is

       But for his own; and for the right of that

       We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;

       And let him never see joy that breaks that oath!

       YORK.

       Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:

       I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

       Because my power is weak and all ill left;

       But if I could, by him that gave me life,

       I would attach you all and make you stoop

       Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;

       But since I cannot, be it known unto you

       I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;

       Unless you please to enter in the castle,

       And there repose you for this night.

       BOLINGBROKE.

       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 commonwealth,

       Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

       YORK.

       It may be I will go with you; but yet I’ll pause,

       For I am loath to break our country’s laws.

       Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are.

       Things past redress

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