Join with the prefent Sickness that I have, [Exit, born out. K. Rich. Right, you fay true; as Hereford's love, fo his; As theirs, fo mine; and all be, as it is. Enter Northumberland. North. My Liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Majefty. K. Rich. What fays old Gaunt? North. Nay, nothing; all is faid : His tongue is now a fringlefs inftrument; York. Be York the next, that must be bankrupt fo! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. K. Rich. The ripeft fruit firft falls, and fo doth he; And, for thefe great affairs do ask fome charge, York. How long fhall I be patient? Oh, how long Not Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleas'd Seek you to feize, and gripe into your hands, Take Hereford's Rights away, and take from time Let not to morrow then enfue to day ; Be not thy felf. For how art thou a King, If you do wrongfully feize Hereford's Right, By his attorneys-general to fue His livery, and deny his offer'd homage; B 3 You You lofe a thoufand well-difpofed hearts; K. Rich. Think, what you will; we feize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. York. I'll not be by, the while; my Liege, farewel : What will enfue thereof, there's none can tell. But by bad courfes may be understood, That their events can never fall out good. [Exit. K. Rich. Go, Buy, to the Earl of Wiltshire ftrait, Bid him repair to us to Ely-House, To fee this bufinefs done: To morrow next And we create, in abfence of our felf, Our uncle Fork Lord-governor of England: Come on, our Queen; to morrow must we part ; [Flourish. [Exeunt, King, Queen, &c. Manent Northumberland, Willoughby, and Rofs. North. Well, Lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. Rofs. And living too, for now his fon is Duke. Willo. Barely in, title, not in revenue. North. Richly in both, if juftice had her right. Rofs. My heart is great; but it muft break with filence. Ere't be disburthen'd with a lib'ral tongue. North. Nay, fpeak your mind; and let him ne'er fpeak *more, That speaks thy words again to do thee harm. Willo. Tends, what you'd fpeak, to the Duke of Hereford? If it be fo, out with it boldly, man: Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. Rofs. No good at all that I can do for him, Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. North. North. Now, afore heav'n, it's fhame, fuch wrongs are borne In him a royal Prince, and many more 'Gainft us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. But bafely yielded upon compromise That, which his Ancestors atchiev'd with blows: Rofs. The Earl of Wiltshire hath the Realm in farm. man. North. Reproach, and diffolution, hangeth over him. Rofs. He hath not mony for these Irish wars, (His burthenous taxations notwithstanding) But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke. North. His noble Kinfman-moft degenerate King! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempeft fing, Yet feek no fhelter to avoid the ftorm: We fee the wind fit fore upon our fails, And yet we strike not, but fecurely perish. Rofs. We fee the very wreck, that we muft fuffer; And unavoided is the danger now," For fuff'ring fo the causes of our wreck. North. Not fo: ev'n through the hollow eyes of Death I fpy life peering; but I dare not fay, How near the tidings of our comfort is. Willo. Nay, let us fhare thy thoughts, as thou doft ours. B4 Rofs. Rofs. Be confident to speak, Northumberland; We three are but thy felf, and fpeaking fo, Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold. North. Then thus, my friends, I have from Port le Blanc, A bay in Bretagne, had intelligence, That Harry Hereford, Rainald lord Cobham, Sir John Norberie, Sir Robert Waterton, and Francis All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay, and be fecret, and my felf will go. Rofs. To horfe, to horse, urge Doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horfe, and I will firft be there. SCENE the Court. Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bagot. Busky. M [Exeunt Adam, your Majefty is much too fad ; King, To lay afide felf-harming heaviness, And entertain a chearful difpofition. Queen. To please the King, I did; to pleafe my felf, |