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44  North. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?

''H. Percy''. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot

Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge

I never in my life did look on him.

North. Then learn to know him now: this is the duke.

H. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service,

Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,

Which elder days shall ripen and confirm

To more approved service and desert.

Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure

I count myself in nothing else so happy

As in a soul remembering my good friends;

And as my fortune ripens with thy love,

It shall be still thy true love's recompense:

My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

North. How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir

Keeps good old York there with his men of war?

H. Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,

Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;

And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;

None else of name and noble estimate.

North. Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,

Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

Boling. Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues

A banish'd traitor; all my treasury

 44 approved: tested

51 stir: activity

