now a Subject I have a King here for my Flaterer 'T is onely leave to go Bul. Whether King Why from your sight and then no matter where Bul. Convey him to the Tower King Ha! ha my fortune's Malice now Is grown so strange that 't is become my sport Convey Convey Conveighers are you all That rise thus nimbly on your Monarchs fall Bul. Lords I shall study to requite your Favours On Wednesday next we Solemnly set down Our Coronation so prepare your selves All Long live King Bullingbrook Henry the Fourth York Well my Allegiance follows still the Crown True to the King I shall be and thereon I kiss his Hand 't is equally as true That I shall always Love and Guard the King As that I always shall hate Bullingbrook The King 's Sacred be Herford what he will Yet 't is no Treason sure to pity Richard Bul. Break up the Assembly so wee 'll pass in state To greet the Loves of our expecting Subjects Lead there and bid our Trumpets speak Ex. Bullingbrook attended shouts without York Peace Hell-hounds or your own breath Poyson ye King Good Uncle give 'em way all Monsters Act To their own kind so do the Multitude Shout again Carl. Why impious hardned wretches Brands for Hell Forbear this barb'rous Out-rage Tears of Blood Can never wash this Monstrous Guilt away King What must I then preach Patience to my Priest Let no Man's wrongs complain whilst mine are silent How think ye my good Friends will not Succeeding Ages call this Day to witness What Changes sway the World your King must pass A Spectacle of scorn through crouded streets That at the same time view th' usurpers Triumph Heav'n shut thy Eye till this dire Scene be past The light that sees it sure will be the last Ex. Guarded ACT V. Enter Dutchess and Aumarle Dutch AT that sad passage Tears broke off your Story Where rude misgovern'd Hands from Windows threw Rank weeds and rubbish on King Richard's Head Aum. Then as I said the haughty Bullingbrook Mounted upon an hot and fiery Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his Course Whilst all Tongues cry'd God save King Bullingbrook You wou'd have thought the very Windows spoke So many greedy looks of young and old Through Casements darted their desiring Eyes You wou'd have thought the very Walls themselves With all their painted Imag'ry had cry'd Hail to the King all Hail to Bullingbrook Whilst bending lower than his Coursers neck The Rabble he saluted on each side Thus praising and thus prais'd he past along Dutch Alas poor Richard where rides he the while Aum. As in the Theatre the Eyes of Men After a well-grac't Actor leaves the Stage Are idly bent on him that enters next With such contempt they turn'd their Eyes from Richard No joyful Tongue gave him his welcome home But Dust was thrown upon his sacred Head Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off His Face still combating with Smiles and Fears The Badges of his Grief and Patience That had not Heav'n for some strange purpose steel'd The Hearts of Men they must of force relented And Cruelty it self have pity'd him Enter York York What in Tears still Well Heav'ns will must be mark me Boy I cannot blame thy grieving for Richard because I do it my self neither can I blame thee for not loving Bullingbrook because I cannot do it my self But to be true to him or rather to our Oath being now his sworn Subjects I conjure thee This I speak because the King suspects thee and made me even now pledge for thy truth and fealty Bear you well therefore in this new Spring of Government lest you be cropt before your time Well what News from Oxford Boy Hold th' intended Triumphs there 'T is said our new King will grace them with his Presence Aum. They hold my Lord for certain and as certain This upstart King shall die if he comes there York Ha! come nearer what Seal is that which hangs out from thy Bosom Ha! lookst thou pale Let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I wou'd not have seen York Which for some reasons Sir I mean to see Snatches it Just as I fear'd Treason foul Treason Villain Traytor Dutch What 's the matter my Lord good York inform me York Away fond Woman give me my Boots saddle my Horse Dutch The matter Son Aum. Good Madam be content It is no more than my poor Life must Answer Dutch Thy Life Servant enters Hence Villain strike him Aumarle York My Boots I say I will away to th' King Dutch Why York what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespass of thine own York Peace Woman or I will impeach thee too Wou'dst thou conceal this dark Conspiracy A dozen of 'em here have tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set down their Hands To kill the King at Oxford Dutch He shall be none We 'll keep him here then what 's that to him York Tho' I love not Bullingbrook yet I hate Treason and will impeach the Villain Dutch Our Son our only Son our Ages comfort Is he not thine own York Wife I believe it therefore I impeach him were he none of mine let his own Father look to him but since he is my Villain I 'll see the Villain orderd My Horse I say Dutch Hadst thou groan'd for him York as I have done York And art e'en like to groan for him again Away Exit Dutch Haste thee Aumarle mount thee upon his Horse Spur post and get before him to the King And beg thy pardon e're he come t' accuse thee Born on the wings of Mother's love I 'll fly And doubt not to prevent thy Father's speed On thy behalf I 'll with the King prevail Or root into the ground whereon I kneel Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter QUEEN in Mourning attended Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesar's ill erected Tow'r To whose flint Bosom my dear injur'd Lord Is deem'd a Pris'ner by proud Bullingbrook Here let us rest if this rebellious Earth Have any resting for her true King's Queen Sits down This Garb no less befits our present state Than richest Tissue did our Bridal day Thus dead in Honour my Lord and I Officiate at our own sad Funeral Enter King Richard guarded seeing the Queen starts she at the sight of him after a pause he speaks King Give grief a Tongue art thou not Isabel The faithful Wife of the unfortunate Richard Qu. O! can I speak and live Yet silence gives More tort'ring Death O thou King Richard's Tomb And not King Richard On thy sacred Face I see the shameful Marks of fowlest usage Thy Royal Cheeks soil'd and besmear'd with Dust Foul Rubbish lodg'd in thy anointed Locks O thou dishonour'd Flower of Majesty Lean on my Brest whilst I dissolve to Dew And
thy Fortune in this Royal Fight Farewel my Blood which if thou chance to shed Lament we may but not revenge the dead Bull. No noble eye be seen to loose a Tear On me if I be foil'd by Mowbrays Arm As confident as is the Faulcon's flight At tim'rous Birds do I with Mowbray fight O thou the gen'rous Author of my Blood To Gaunt Whose youthful Spirit enflames and lifts me up To reach at Victory above my Head Add proof to this my Armour with thy Pray'rs And with thy Blessings point my vengeful Sword To furbish new th' illustrious name of Gaunt Mow. However Heaven or Fortune cast my Lot There lives or dies a just and loyal man Never did wretched Captive greet the hour Of freedom with more welcome or delight Than my transported soul do's celebrate This Feast of battle Blessings on my King And peace on all King Farewell my Lord Virtue and Valour guard thee Marshal finish Marsh. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receive thy Sword and Heav'n defend thy Right Fear this to Mowbray Mow. Curse on your tedious Ceremonies more To us tormenting then t'expecting Bridegrooms The signal for Heav'ns sake Marsh. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay stay the King has thrown his Warder down King Command the Knights once more back to their Posts And let the Trumpets sound a second charge Whilst with our Lords we briefly do advise Another flourish after which the King speaks Command 'em to resigne their Arms and listen To what we with our Council have Decreed For that our Eyes detest the spectacle Of Civil Wounds from whence the dire infection Of general War may spring we bar your Combat Suppress those Arms that from our Coast wou'd fright Fair Peace and make us wade in Kinsmen's Blood And lest your Neighbour-hood cause after-broils We banish you our Realms to different Climes You Bullingbrook on pain of Death Till twice five Summers have enircht our Fields Bull. And must this be your Pleasure well Your pleasure stand 't will be my comfort still The Sun that warms you here shall shine on me And guild my Banishment King Mowbray for thee remains a heavier doom The slow succeeding hours shall not determine The dateless limit of thy dear exile The hopeless word of never to return Breath we against thee upon pain of Death Mow. A heavy Sentence my most Sov'raign Lord The Language I have learnt these Forty years My native English must I now forgo I am too old to fawn upon a Nurse And learn the Prattle of a forraign tongue What is thy Sentence then but speechless Death You take the cruelst way to rob my Breath King Complaint comes all too late where we decree Mow. Then thus I turn me from my Countries light Pleas'd with my doom because it pleas'd the King Farewell my Lord now Mowbray cannot stray Let me shun England all the worlds my way King Return again and take an Oath with thee Lay on our Royal Sword your banisht Hands Swear by the duty that you owe to Heav'n Nere to embrace each others love in Banishment Nor ever meet nor write to reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor Plot to turn the edge of your Revenge On Us our State our Subjects and our Land Bull. I Swear Mow. And I to keep all this Bull. By this time Mowbray had the King permitted One of our Souls had wandered in the Air As now our flesh is doomd on Earth to wander Confess thy Treason ere thou fly the Land Since thou hast far to go bear not along Th'incumbring Burden of a guilty Soul Mow. No Bullingbrook if ever I were false Let Heav'n renounce me as my Country has But what thou art Heav'n Thou and I do know And all my heart forbodes too soon shall rue My absence then shall yet this comfort bring Not to behold the Troubles of my King Exit King Uncle within thy tear-charg'd Eyes I read Thy hearts fell sorrow and that troubled Look Has from the number of his Banisht years Pluckt four away Six frozen Winters spent Return with welcome from thy Banishment Gaunt I thank my Liege that in regard to me He cuts off four years from my Sons exile But small advantage shall I reap thereby For ere those slow six years can change their Moons My inch of Taper will be spent and done Nor Gaunt have life to welcom home his Son King Despair not Uncle you have long to live Gaunt But not a Minute King that thou canst give King Thy Son was banisht upon advice To which thy Tongue a party Verdict gave Gaunt My interest I submitted to your Will You urg'd me like a Judge and I forgot A Father's Name and like a strict Judge doom'd Him Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make my Own away But all gave leave to my unwilling Tongue To do my ag'd heart this unnatural wrong King Now for the Rebels that hold out in Ireland And turn our mild forbearance to contempt Fresh forces must be levi'd with best speed Ere farther leisure yield them further strength We will our self in person to this War And quench this flame before it spread too far Ex. with Attendants Gaunt O to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words When thou shouldst breath dear farewels to thy Friends That round thee all like silent Mourners gaze Bull. They will not censure me whose scanty time And breath 's too little to take leave of you My dear Companions you have known my Heart Too long to doubt it on a silent grief Ha! by my swelling blood my Father 's pale How fare's your honour good my Lords your hands Gaunt I feel a heaviness like Death and hope It is no counterfeit All shall be well Bull. By Heav'n it shall I feel my veins work high And conscious glory kindling in my brest Inspires a Thought to vast to be exprest Where this disgrace will end the Heav'ns can tell And Herford's Soul divines that 't will be well A Beam of royal splendor strikes my Eye Before my charm'd sight Crowns and Scepters fly The minutes big with Fate too slowly run But hasty Bullingbrook shall push 'em on Ex. The End of the First Act. ACT II. A Chamber Gaunt Sick to him York York NOW Brother what cheer Gaunt Why well 't is with me as old Gaunt cou'd wish York What Harry sticks with you still well I hear he 's safe in France and very busie Gaunt My Blood were never Idle York I fear too busie come he 's a parlous Boy I smell a confed'racy betwixt him and his Companions here Mischief will come on 't cut him off I say Let him be Kites-meat I would hang a Son to kill a Traytor Gaunt Go sleep good York and wake with better thoughts York Heav'n grant we sleep not all 'till Alarums wake us I tell you Brother I lik'd not the manner of his departure 't was the very smooth smiling
I know thy virtue will undoe thee Thou wilt be still a faithful constant Wife Feel all my Wrongs and suffer in my Fall There is the sting and venom of my Fate When I shall think that I have ruin'd Thee Queen I ask no more my Lord at Fortunes hands Then priviledge to suffer for your sake Who wou'd not share your Grief to share your Love This Kingdom yet which once you did prefer To the worlds sway this Beauty and this Heart Is Richards still millions of Loyal thoughts Are always waiting there to pay you homage That glorious Empire yields to you alone No Bullingbrook can chase you from that Throne King We 'll march no farther lead to th' Castle here Exeunt SCENE the Fourth A Castle Flourish Enter Bullingbrook York Northumberland Piercy Willoughby c. North. The News is very fair and good My Lord Richard within this Fort has hid his head York It would become the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard that so good a King Should be compell'd to hide a sacred Head And Thou have leave to shew a Villains Face Bull. Mistake not Uncle farther then you shou'd York Talk not thou Traytor farther then thou shoud'st Enter Ross. Bull. What say'st thou Ross will not this Castle yield Ross. My Lord the Castle Royally is man'd Against your entrance for the King and Queen But newly are arriv'd and enter'd there With them the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroop besides a Clergy-man Of holy rev'rence whom I cannot learn North. I know him 't is the Bishop of Carlile Bull. Go Northumberland through the ribs of this Castle With brazen Trumpets sound the breath of Parle Say thus that Bullingbrook upon his knees Kisses King Richards hands with true allegiance And that with thoughts of Peace he 's hither come Ev'n at his feet to lay his Arms and Pow'r Provided his Revenues be restor'd His Banishment repeal'd let this be granted Or else he 'l use th' advantage of his Power And lay the Summers Dust with show'rs of Blood Enter King above Aumerle Carlile c. But see where on the walls he do's appear As do's the blushing discontented Sun When envious Clouds combine to shade his Glory York O my dear Liege Heav'n guard your Majesty 'Fore Heav'n my old heart leaps at sight of you Think not that falsly I gave up your Pow'r If any Villain of 'em dares to say it I 'le call that Villain Lyar to his teeth He is a Rogue tho' it be Bullingbrook Lo here I kneel and pay thee Homage as a true Subject shou'd before the Rebels Faces King Rise York I know thy truth and pity thee We are amaz'd and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of his knee Because We thought Our Self his lawful King Tell Bullingbrook for yond' methinks is he That every stride he makes upon Our Land Is dangerous Treason He is come t' unfold The purple Testament of bleeding War But e're the Crown he seeks shall bind his Brow A thousand Orphan'd Widowed Mothers Tears Shall wash from Earth their Sons and Husbands Blood North. Heaven forbid our Lord the King Shou'd thus with civil Arms be rusht upon Lord Bullingbrook does humbly kiss your Hand And swears his coming hither has no other scope Then to demand his Royalties and beg Enfrancisement from Exile grant but this His Glitt'ring Arms he will commend to Rust. King Northumberland say thus The King complies With his Demands and so commend us to him We do debase Our Self Cousin do we not To look so peaceful and to speak so fair Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor 's Heart and Die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till time lend Friends and Friends their conquering Swords King That ere this power-chang'd Tongue That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond proud Man shou'd take it off agen O that I were as great As is my Grief or lesser than my Name That I could quite forget what I have been Or not remember what I must be now Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrook King What must the King do now Must he forgo The Name of King O'God's Name let it pass I 'll give my Jewels for a set of Beads My gilded Palace for a Hermitage My Robes of Empire for an Alms-man's Gown My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for an humble Palmers Staff My Subjects for a pair of Poor Carv'd Saints And my large Kingdom for a little Grave A little very little obscure Grave Aumarle Thou weep'st my tender hearted Cousin Wee 'l joyn our Royal with thy Loyal Tears Our sighs and they shall lodge the Summer Corn And make a Dearth in this revolting Land North. My Lord he thanks your Highness and begs leave To speak with you Sir please you to come down Hee 'll wait your Majesty i th' Court below King Down down I come like Blazing Phaeton Wanting the Menage of unruly Steeds Down pomp down swelling stubborn Heart down King For Night-Owls shrick where Mounting Larks should sing Exeunt from above Re-enter Bullingbrook and his Company in the Court. Bul Northumberland to London with all speed Summon a Parliament i' th' Commons Name In Order to the Kings Appearance there Enter King attended But see his Highness comes stand all apart And shew sair Duty to his Majesty York runs over to the King kneels and kisses his Hand York Now left the Rebels seize me if they can For here I 'll perish by my Sovereign's side King Fy Cousin you debase your princely Knee And make our Earth too proud with Kissing it Methinks my Heart had rather feel your Love Then thus in Eye behold the Courtesie Up Cousen up Your Heart is up I know Bul. My gracious Lord I come but for my own King And to that Title who must set the Bounds Bul. Nor even to that do I lay farther claim Than my true Service shall deserve your Love King Well you deserve they best deserve to have That know the strongest surest way to get But Heav'n rules all good Uncle dry your Tears Cousin I am to young to be your Father Tho' you are Old enuff to be my Heir Methinks one Person 's wanting yet To this fair Presence our Old Loyal Gaunt He was thy Father Herford was he not Excuse me Cousin Tears but ill become A King at least when Friends and Kinsmen meet And yet I cannot chuse but weep to think That whilst you press and I permit this Scorn What Plagues we heap on Children yet unborn Exeunt ACT IV. Enter York Aumarle in their Parliament Robes Two Messengers from Bullingbrook York TUt tut tut tell not me of Patience 't is a Load a Burden that Knaves will never cease to lay on whilst Asses will carry it nothing but Villany in this versal World and nothing plagues me but that I can't turn Villain too to be Reveng'd Aum. Persidious Bullingbrook
wash thee fair agen with Tears of Love King Join not with Grief fair Innocence To make my end more wretched learn dear Saint To think our former State a happy Dream From which we wake into this true distress Thou most distrest most Virtuous of thy sex Go Cloyster thee in some Religious house This vicious World and I can nere deserve thee For Shrines and Altars keep keep those precious Tears Nor shed that heav'nly Dew on Land accurst Lad. Never did sorrow triumph thus before King Convey thee hence to France Think I am Dead and that ev'n now thou tak'st As from my Death-bed the last living leave In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire With good Old Matrons let them tell thee Tales Of woful Ages long ago betide And ere thou bid good Night to quit their Griefs Tell thou the lamentable fall of Me And send the Hearers weeping to their Beds Qu. Rob not my Virtue of its dearest Triumph Love like the Dolphin shews it self in storms This is the Season for my Truth to prove That I was worthy to be Richard's Wife And wou'd you now command me from your Presence Who then shall lull your raging Griefs asleep And wing the hours of dull Imprisonment King O my afflicted Heart Qu. No with my Lord I 'll be a Pris'ner too Where my officious Love shall serve him with Such ready care that he shall think he has His num'rous Train of waiters round him still With wond'rous Story 's wee 'll beguile the day Despise the World and Triumph over fortune Laugh at fantastic life and die together King Now Heaven I thank thee all my Griefs are paid I 've lost a single frail uncertain Crown And found a Virtue Richer than the World Yes Bird of Paradise wee 'll pearch together Sing in our Cage and make our Cell a Grove Enter Northumberland Guards North. My Lord King Bullingbrook has chang'd his Orders You must to Pomfrett Castle not to th' Tower And for you Madam he has given Command That you be instantly convey'd to France King Must I to Pomfrett and my Queen to France Patience is stale and I am weary ont't Blood Fire rank Leprosies and blewest Plagues Qu. But This was wanting to compleat our Woe King Northumberland Thou Ladder by whose Aid The mounting Bullingbrook ascends my Throne The Time shall come when foul Sin gath'ring Head Shall break in to Corruption Thou shalt think Thô he divide the Realm and give thee half It is too little helping him to All He too shall think that thou which knewst the Way To plant unrightful Kings wilt know agen To cast him from the Throne he has Usurpt The Love of wicked Friends converts to Fear That Fear to Hate that still concludes in Death North. My guilt be on my head so to our business Take leave and part King Doubly Divorc't soul Fiends ye violate A two-fold Marriage 'twixt my Crown and me And then betwixt me and my tender Wife Oh Isabel oh my unfortunate Fair Let me unkiss the Oath that bound our Loves And yet not so for with a Kiss 't was made Part us Northumberland me towards the North Where shiv'ring Cold and Sickness pines the Clime My Queen to France from whence set forth in Pomp She hither came deckt like the blooming May Sent back like weeping Winter stript and Bare Qu. For ever will I clasp these sacred Knees Tear up my Brest and bind them to my Heart Northumberland allow me one short minute To yield my Life and Woes in one Embrace One Minute will suffice North. Force her away King Permit yet once our Death cold Lips to joyn Permit a Kiss that must Divorce for ever I 'll ravish yet one more farewell my Love My Royal Constant Dear farewell for ever Give Sorrow Speech and let thy Farewell come Mine speaks the Voice of Death but Thine is Dumb. Ex. Guarded several Ways SCENE the Third Bull. Can no man tell of my ungracious Son My Young misgovern'd and licentious Harry If any Plague hang over us 't is He Enquire amongst the Taverns where he haunts With loose Companions such as beat Our Watch And rob Our Passengers which he rash Boy Mistakes for Feats of Gallantry and Honour Pierc My Lord some two days since I saw the Prince And told him of those Turnaments at Oxford Bull. And what said the Gallant Pierc His Answer was He wou'd to a Brothell And from the common'st Creature snatch a Glove To wear it as a Mistress favour and With that unhorse the lustiest Challenger Bull. As dissolute as desperate Enter Aumarl Aum. Where 's the King Bull. What means our Cousin that he looks so wildly Aum. My Lord I humbly beg the favour of a word in private with your Majesty King Withdraw my Lords now Cousin to your business Aum. For ever may my knees root to this Earth And let Eternal silence bind my Tongue Unless you pardon e're I rise or speak Bull. Intended or committed was this fault If but the first how heynous e're it be To win thy future Love I pardon Thee Aum. Then Sir permit me to make fast the door That no man Enter e're my Tale be done Bull. Have they Desire York within York Beware my Liege look to thy Life thou hast a Traytor in thy Presence Bull. Ha! Villain I 'll secure Thee Aum. Stay thy revengeful Hand Thou hast no cause to fear York Open the Door or I will force my Passage Bull. The Matter Uncle speak recover Breath York Peruse this Writing and read there my Bus'ness Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me read not my Name There My Heart is not Confederate with my Hand York 'T was Villain when thy Hand did set it down I tore it from the Traytors Bosom King Pardon the Villain do and in Return be Murder'd Bull. O heynous black Conspiracy Why Uncle can This Kindness come from Thee Let me Embrace Thee York Embrace not me It was no Kindness I owe thee no kindness It was my Love to Truth and Hate to Murder Bull. Give it what Name thou wilt it shall excuse This deadly blott in thy transgressing Son York So shall my Virtue be his Vices Bawd Thou kill'st me if he live sparing his Life The Traytor scapes the True Man 's put to Death Dutchess within Dutch What hoa my Liege for Heav'ns sake let me in Speak with me pity me Open the Door Bull. My dang'rous Cousin let your Mother in I know she 's come to Entreat for you York If thou dost pardon whosoever prays Thy Mercy makes thee Traytor to thy self Dutch O King believe not this hard-hearted Man York Thou frantick Woman what makes thee here Wilt thou once more a Traytor nourish Dutch Dear York be patient hear me gentle Liege Bull. Rise up good Aunt Dutch No never more I 'll rise 'Till thou uncharm me from the Ground with sounds Of Pardon to my poor transgressing Son Aum. And to my Pray'rs
is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross. Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is' t Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order these perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross. My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our Uncle York come as I guess To Treat with us being doubtful of his strength His hot and testie humour else wou'd nere Salute us but with Blows be ready Guards When I shall give Command My Noble Uncle York Shew me thy humble Heart and not thy Knee Whose Duty 's feign'd and false Bull. My Gracious Uncle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace and Uncle me no Uncle I am no Traytors Uncle I renounce thee Why have these banisht and forbidden Feet Dar'd once to touch a Dust of English ground But more then why why have they dar'd to march So many Miles upon her Peaceful Bosom Frighting her pale-fac't Villages with War Com'st thou because th' annointed King is hence Why graceless Boy the King is left behind And in my Loyal Bosom lies the Power Were I but now the Lord of such hot Youth As when brave Gaunt thy Father and my Self Rescu'd the Black Prince that young Mars of Men O then how quickly should this Arm of mine Now Pris'ner to the Palsie Chastise thee And this raw Crew of hot-braind Youth about thee Your Boys should have Correction much Correction Bull. Why reverend 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 Banisht Man and here art come Before the Expiration of thy time In braving Arms against thy Sovereign Bull. As I was Banisht I was Banisht Herford But as I come I come for Lancaster 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