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.]
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!