Act 2 - Scene 3
Wilds in Gloucestershire.
Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces
How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
Believe me, noble lord,
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
These high wild hills and rough uneven
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
the hard way sweet and delectable.
But I bethink me what a weary way
From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold
will be found
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
tediousness and process of my travel:
But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
The present benefit
which I possess;
And hope to joy is little less in joy
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
their way seem short, as mine hath done
By sight of what I have, your noble company.
Of much less value is my company
Than your good words. But who comes here?
Enter HENRY PERCY
It is my son, young Harry Percy,
Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
Harry, how fares your
I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.
Why, is he not with the queen?
No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,
Broken his staff of office and dispersed
The household of
What was his reason?
He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
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
What power the Duke of York had levied
Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
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