BOLINGBROKE          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. I am denied to sue my livery here And yet my letters patent give me leave. My […]

BOLINGBROKE          As I was banished, I was banished 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 shall […]

YORK                          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 […]

YORK              Why have those banished 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, Frighting her pale-faced villages with war And ostentation of despisèd arms? Cam’st thou because the anointed King is hence? Why, foolish boy, […]

Enter York [with attendants] BOLINGBROKE          I shall not need transport my words by you. Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! [He kneels] YORK                          Show me thy humble heart and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. BOLINGBROKE          My gracious uncle— YORK                          Tut, tut, grace me no grace, nor uncle me no […]

BERKELEY                 My lord of Hereford, my message is to you. 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. BERKELEY                 Mistake me not, my lord, ’tis not my meaning […]

BOLINGBROKE                      Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banished traitor. All my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enriched, Shall be your love and labour’s recompense. ROSS                                       Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. WILLOUGHBY                        And far surmounts our labour to attain it. BOLINGBROKE                      Evermore thanks—the […]

NORTHUMBERLAND            How far is it to Berkeley, and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war? PERCY                                    There stands the castle by yon tuft of trees, Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard, And in it are the lords of York, Berkeley and Seymour, None else of name and […]

NORTHUMBERLAND            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. NORTHUMBERLAND            Then learn to know him now. This is the Duke. PERCY                                    My gracious lord, I tender you my […]

Enter Harry Percy BOLINGBROKE                      But who comes here? NORTHUMBERLAND            It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle? PERCY                                    I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of you. NORTHUMBERLAND            Why, is he not with the Queen? PERCY                                    No, my good lord. He hath […]