The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford? Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time By his attornies-general to sue His livery, and deny his offer'd homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. That their events can never fall out good. [Exit. K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wiltshire straight; Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, To see this business: To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow; 5 Taking possession. And we create, in absence of ourself, Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; [Flourish. [Exeunt King, Queen, BUSHY, AUMERLE, GREEN, and BAGOT. North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. Ross. And living too; for now his son is duke. not in revenue. Willo. Barely in title, North. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal' tongue. North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. North. Now, afore heaven, 'tis shame, such In him a royal prince, and many more That will the king severely prosecute 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Ross. The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fin'd But basely yielded upon compromise That which his ancestors achiev'd with blows : man. North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over him. Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. North. His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm: We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.9 Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer; And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck. VOL. V. 8 Pillaged. 9 Perish by confidence in our security. Ꭰ I North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death, spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours. Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. North. Then thus:-I have from Port le Blanc, a bay In Brittany, receiv'd intelligence, That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, · Stout. 2 Expedition. 3 Supply with new feathers. 4 Gilding. Away, with me, in post to Ravenspurg: Stay, and be secret, and myself will go. Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. [Exeunt. Enter Queen, BUSHY, and BAGOT. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, Which show like grief itself, but are not so: |