TPTT The Tragedy of King Richard the Second: ACT II
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
SCENE I. Ely House.
SCENE II. The palace.
SCENE III. Wilds in Gloucestershire.
SCENE IV. A camp in Wales.
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE III. Wilds in Gloucestershire.
Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
NORTHUMBERLAND
      Believe me, noble lord,
      I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
      These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
5     Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,
      And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
      Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
      But I bethink me what a weary way
      From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found
10    In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
      Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
      The tediousness and process of my travel:
      But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
      The present benefit which I possess;
15    And hope to joy is little less in joy
      Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
      Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done
      By sight of what I have, your noble company.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      Of much less value is my company
20    Than your good words. But who comes here?
Enter HENRY PERCY
NORTHUMBERLAND
      It is my son, young Harry Percy,
      Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
      Harry, how fares your uncle?
HENRY PERCY
      I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.
NORTHUMBERLAND
25    Why, is he not with the queen?
HENRY PERCY
      No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,
      Broken his staff of office and dispersed
      The household of the king.
NORTHUMBERLAND
      What was his reason?
30    He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
HENRY PERCY
      Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
      But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
      To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
      And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover
35    What power the Duke of York had levied there;
      Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
NORTHUMBERLAND
      Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
HENRY PERCY
      No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
      Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
40    I never in my life did look on him.
NORTHUMBERLAND
      Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.
HENRY 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
45    To more approved service and desert.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
      I count myself in nothing else so happy
      As in a soul remembering my good friends;
      And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
50    It shall be still thy true love's recompense:
      My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
NORTHUMBERLAND
      How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
      Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
HENRY PERCY
      There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
55    Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;
      And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;
      None else of name and noble estimate.
Enter LORD ROSS and LORD WILLOUGHBY
NORTHUMBERLAND
      Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
      Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
60    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.
LORD ROSS
      Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
LORD WILLOUGHBY
65    And far surmounts our labour to attain it.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
      Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
      Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
Enter LORD BERKELEY
NORTHUMBERLAND
      It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
LORD BERKELEY
70    My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
HENRY 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.
LORD BERKELEY
75    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
80    To take advantage of the absent time
      And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
Enter DUKE OF YORK attended
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      I shall not need transport my words by you;
      Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!
Kneels
DUKE OF YORK
      Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
85    Whose duty is deceiveable and false.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      My gracious uncle--
DUKE OF YORK
      Tut, tut!
      Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:
      I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.'
90    In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
      Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs
      Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?
      But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march
      So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
95    Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
      And ostentation of despised arms?
      Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?
      Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
      And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
100   Were I but now the 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.
105   Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee
      And minister correction to thy fault!
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:
      On what condition stands it and wherein?
DUKE OF YORK
      Even in condition of the worst degree,
110   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.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
115   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,
120   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 of England,
125   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.
130   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,
135   And I 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 abused.
LORD ROSS
      It stands your grace upon to do him right.
LORD WILLOUGHBY
140   Base men by his endowments are made great.
DUKE OF YORK
      My lords of England, let me tell you this:
      I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs
      And laboured all I could to do him right;
      But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
145   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
150   But for his own; and for the right of that
      We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;
      And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!
DUKE OF YORK
      Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:
      I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
155   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 to you
160   I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;
      Unless you please to enter in the castle
      And there repose you for this night.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      An offer, uncle, that we will accept:
      But we must win your grace to go with us
165   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.
DUKE OF YORK
      It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause;
170   For I am loath to break our country's laws.
      Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are:
      Things past redress are now with me past care.
Exeunt
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