Richard II by William Shakespeare
page 47 of 115 (40%)
page 47 of 115 (40%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue,
It shall be still thy true Loues recompence, My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely? and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there, with his Men of Warre? Percie. There stands the Castle, by yond tuft of Trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I haue heard, And in it are the Lords of Yorke, Barkely, and Seymor, None else of Name, and noble estimate. Enter Rosse and Willoughby. North. Here come the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fierie red with haste Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pursues A banisht Traytor; all my Treasurie Is yet but vnfelt thankes, which more enrich'd, Shall be your loue, and labours recompence Ross. Your presence makes vs rich, most Noble Lord Willo. And farre surmounts our labour to attaine it Bull. Euermore thankes, th' Exchequer of the poore, Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres, Stands for my Bountie: but who comes here? Enter Barkely. North. It is my Lord of Barkely, as I ghesse |
|