Page 2904 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

And I must find that title in your tongue [He kneels.]
Before I make reply to aught you say.

BERKELEY

Mistake me not, my lord. ’Tis not my meaning
To raze on title of your honour out. [75]
To you, my lord, I come - what lord you will -
From the most gracious regent of this land,
The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time
And fright our native peace with self-borne arms. [80]

Enter York.

BOLINGBROKE

I shall not need transport my words by you.
Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!

Y ORK

Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whose duty is deceivable and false.

BOLINGBROKE

My gracious uncle - [85]

Y ORK

Tut, tut, grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle!
I am no traitor’s uncle; and that word “grace”
In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
Why have those banish’d and forbidden legs
Dared once to touch a dust of England’s ground? [90]
But then more “why” - why have they dared to march
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
Frighting her pale-fac’d villages with war
And ostentation of despisèd arms?
Com’st thou because the anointed King is hence? [95]
Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
Were I but now lord of such hot youth