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So many miles upon her peaceful bosom;
Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,
And ostentation of despised arms?
Com'st them 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 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,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee,
And minister correction to thy fault!
Baling. 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 raving arms against thy sovereign.
Baling. 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 should stand condemn'd A wand'ring 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,
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Unless you please to enter in the castle,
And there repose you for this night.
Baling. 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 la\rs.
Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are:
Things past redress, are now with me past care.
A Camp in Wales.
Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together,
And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman;
Cap. Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not
The bay-trees.in our country are all wither'd *",
Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind,
ACT III. SCENE I.
Bol'mgbroke's Camp at Bristol.
Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy, Willoughby, Ross: Officers behind •with Bushy and Green,prisoners.
Baling. Bring forth these men.— Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls (Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I will unfold some causes of your death. You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Broke the possession of a royal bed, And btain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love,
Till you did make him misinterpret me,
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,