[Exeunt.[1199]
Scene III. Wilds in Gloucestershire.
Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with Forces.[1200]
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
North. Believe me, noble lord,[1201]
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:[1202]
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways[1203]
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome;[1204]5
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,[1205]
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
But I bethink me what a weary way
From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found[1206]
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,[1207]10
Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
The tediousness and process of my travel:
But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
The present benefit which I possess;[1208]
And hope to joy is little less in joy[1209]15
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done[1210]
By sight of what I have, your noble company.[1211]
Boling. Of much less value is my company
Than your good words. But who comes here?[1212][1213]20
Enter Henry Percy.[1214]
North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,[1214][1215]
Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.[1216]
Harry, how fares your uncle?[1217]