offered homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts, And prick my tender patience to those thoughts Which honour and allegiance cannot think. 

 KING RICHARD. Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. 

 YORK. 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.]

 KING RICHARD. Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight. 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, 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. 

 [Exeunt King, Queen, Bushy, Aumerle, Green and Bagot.]

King, Queen, Bushy, Aumerle, Green

Bagot

 NORTHUMBERLAND. Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. 

 ROSS. And living too, for now his son is Duke. 

 WILLOUGHBY. Barely in title, not in revenues. 

 NORTHUMBERLAND. Richly in both, if justice had her right. 

 ROSS. My heart is great, but it must break with silence Ere’t be disburdened with a liberal tongue. 

 NORTHUMBERLAND. Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne’er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm! 

 WILLOUGHBY. Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man. Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. 

 ROSS. No good at all that I can do for him, Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. 

 NORTHUMBERLAND. Now, afore God, ’tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The King is not himself, but 

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