Page 2903 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

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, [55]
None else of name and noble estimate.

Enter Ross and Willoughby.

NORT HUMBERLAND

Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
Bloody with spurring, fiery red with haste.

BOLINGBROKE

Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
A banish’d traitor. All my treasury [60]
Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich’d,
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 exchequer of the poor, [65]
Which till my infant fortune comes to years
Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?

Enter Berkeley.

NORT HUMBERLAND

It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.

BERKELEY

My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.

BOLINGBROKE

My lord, my answer is to “Lancaster”. [70]
And I am come to seek that name in England,