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You lose a thousand well-disposèd hearts,
And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
RICHARD
Think what you will, we seize into our hands
His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. [210]
Y ORK
I’ll not be by the while. My liege, farewell.
What will ensue hereof there’s none can tell;
But by bad courses may be understood
That their events can never fall out good.
Exit.
RICHARD
Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight, [215]
Bid him repair to us to Ely House
To see this business. Tomorrow next
We will for Ireland, and ’tis time I trow.
And we create in absence of ourself
Our uncle York Lord Governor of England; [220]
For he is just, and always loved us well.
Come on, our Queen; tomorrow must we part;
Be merry, for our time of stay is short.
Flourish. Exeunt King, Queen [and the rest].
Manent Northumberland, Willoughby, and Ross.
NORT HUMBERLAND
Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
ROSS
And living too, for now his son is duke. [225]
WILLOUGHBY
Barely in title, not in revenues.
NORT HUMBERLAND
Richly in both if justice had her right.
