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Right, you say true. As Hereford’s love, so his. [145]
As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
Enter Northumberland.
NORT HUMBERLAND
My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
RICHARD
What says he?
NORT HUMBERLAND
Nay, nothing; all is said.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument.
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. [150]
Y ORK
Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
RICHARD
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he.
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
So much for that. Now for our Irish wars. [155]
We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns
Which live like venom where no venom else
But only they have privilege to live.
And for these great affairs do ask some charge,
Towards our assistance we do seize to us [160]
The plate, coin, revenues, and moveables
Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess’d.
Y ORK
How long shall I be patient? Ah, how long
Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
Not Gloucester’s death, nor Hereford’s banishment, [165]
Nor Gaunt’s rebukes, nor England’s private wrongs,
Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,
Have ever made me sour my patient cheek
