Making the hard way sweet and délectable. Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Boling. Of much less value is my company, Than your good words. But who comes here? Enter HARRY PERCY. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd The household of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake together. To offer service to the duke of Hereford d; What power the duke of York had levied there; Then with direction to repair 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 my 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, and 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 ; Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, 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, Shall be your love and labour's recompense. Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord, Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, th' exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. And I am come to seek that name in England: Berk. 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 glorious regent of this land, The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on 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! [Kneels. [6] i. e. Time of the king's absence. JOHNSON. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. Boling. 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, Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And ostentation of despised arms? Com'st thou because th' anointed king is hence? Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, Boling. 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. Boling. 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 : [7] The reading of the folio is preferable : Tut. tut! grace me no grace, nor uncle me. RITSON. [8] It should be in what condition,' i. e. in what degree of guilt. The partìcles in the old editions are of little credit. JOHNSON. [9] i. e. with an impartial eye. Every juryman (says Sir Edward Coke,) ought to be impartial and indifferent. MALONĚ. To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?1 And yet my letters-patent give me leave : North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. Willo. 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: North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. [1] To what purpose serves birth and lineal succession? I am duke of Lancaster by the same right of birth as the king is king of England. JOHNSON. [2] A law phrase belonging to the feudal tenures. STEEVENS. But we must win your grace, to go with us 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: SCENE IV.3 [Exeunt. A Camp in Wales. Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain. Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; In thee. Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd,* And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war : These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, [Exit. [3] Here is a scene so unartfully and irregularly thrust into an improper place. that I cannot but suspect it accidentally transposed; which, when the scenes were written on single pages, might easily happen in the wildness of Shakespeare's drama. This dialogue was, in the author's draught, probably the second scene in the ensuing act, and there I would advise the reader to insert it, though I have not ventured on so bold a change. My conjecture is not so presumptuous as may be thought. The play was not in Shakespeare's time, broken into acts; the editions published before his death exhibit only a sequence of scenes from the beginning to the end, without any hint of a pause of action. In a drama so desultory and erratic, left in such a state, transpositions might easily be made. JOHNSON. [4] This enumeration of prodigies is in the highest degree poetical and striking. JOHNSON. |