As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Herefo...

As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;

But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace

Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:

You are my father, for methinks in you

I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,

Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd

A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties

Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away

To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?

If that my cousin king be King of England,

It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.

You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;

Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,

He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,

To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.

I am denied to sue my livery here,

And yet my letters-patents give me leave:

My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold,

And these and all are all amiss employ'd.

What would you have me do? I am a subject,

And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;

And therefore, personally I lay my claim

To my inheritance of free descent.

William Shakespeare, Richard II. http://shakespeare.mit.edu/richardii/full.html