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I should to Plashy too ;

He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake together. But time will not permit :-All is uneven.

Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed
And every thing is left at six and seven.

But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, (traitor
(Ereunt York and Queen. To offer service to the duke of Hereford;
Busly. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ire.' And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover
But none returns. For'us to levy power, sland, What power the duke of York had levied there;
Proportionable to the enemy,

Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. (boy?
Is all impossible.

North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, ls near the hate of those love not the king. Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, Bayot. And that's the wavering commons : for I never in my life did look on him.

(duke
their love

North. Then learn to know him now; this is the
Lies in their purscs; and whoso empties them, Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
By su much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young ;
Bushy. Wherein the king stauds generally con- Which elder days shall ripen, and contirm
demn’d.

To more approved service and desert.
Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Boling. I thank thee, gentie Percy; and be sure,
Because we ever have been near the king. (castle; I count myself in nothing else so happy,

Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends ;
The earl of Wiltshire is already there.

And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office It shall be still thy true love's recompense : The hateful commous will perform for us ;

My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. Except, like curs, to tear us all to pieces.

North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir Will you go along with us ?

Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Bagot. No; Pll to Ireland to his majesty. Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Farewell, if heart's presages be not vaiu,

trees, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Mann'd with three hundred inen, as I have heard : Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo- And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey lingbroke.

None else of name, and noble estimate. (mour;
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes

Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY.
Is-numb'ring sauds, and drinking oceans dry;
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.

North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil.
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and

loughby, Green. Well, we may meet again. (ever. Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Bagot.

I fear me, never.

Boling. Welcome, my lords : I wot your love ( Ereunt A banish'd traitor; all my treasury lpursnes

Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, SCENE III.-The Wilds in Glo'stershire. Shall be your love and labour's recompense. (lord. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble Forces.

Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Boliny. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now?

Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the North. Believe me, noble lord,

Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, (poor; I am a stranger here in Glostershire.

Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways,

Enter BERKLEY.
Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
Making the hard way sweet and délectable.

Boling. My lord, my answer is——to Lancaster,
But, I bethink me, what a weary way

And I am come to seek that name in England:
From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, wili be found

And I must find that title in your tongue,
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; Before I make reply to aught you say. (meaning,
Which, 1 protest, hath very much beguild

Berk. Mistake me not, my lord ;-'tis not my
The tediousness and process of my travel :

To raze one title of your honour out :But theirs is sweetend with the hope to have

To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will), The present benefit which I possess :

From the most glorious regent of this land,
And hope to joy, is little less in joy,

The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords To take advantage of the absent time,
Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
By sight of what I have, your noble company.

Enter York, attended.
Boling. Of much less value is my company,
Than your good words. But who comes here? Boling. I shall not need transport my words by

you;
Enter HARRY Percy.

Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle ! North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,

[Kneels. Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.- York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy Harry, how fares your uncle ?

Whose duty is deceivable and false. knee,
Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd Boliny. My gracious uncle !-
his health of you.

York. Tut, tut!
Nortii. Why, is he not with the queen ? (court, Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.

Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace.
Bruken his staff of office, and dispers'd

In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. The household of the king.

Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs North,

What was his reason? Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's grounds

I'll pause;

But then more why;-Why have they dar'd to march Bui we must win your grace, to go with us
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom:

To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held
Prighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,

By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices, And ostentation of despised arms ?

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ? Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,

York. It may be, I will go with you :-but ye! And in my loyal bosom lies his power. Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, For I am loath to break our country's laws. As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are : Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Things past redress, are now with me past care. From forth the ranks of many thousand French;

(Exeunt. 0, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,

SCENE IV.-A Camp in Wales.
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee,
And minister correction to thy fault!

Enter SALISBURY und a Captain.
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten
On what condition stands it, and wherein ?

And hardly kept our countrymen together, (days, York. Even in condition of the worst degree, - And yet we hear no tidings from the king; In gross rebellion, and detested treason :

Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell. Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come,

Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; Before the expiration of thy time,

The king reposeth all his confidence In braving arms against thy sovereign. [ford : In thee.

(stay. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Here

Capt. 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

The bay.trees in our country are ail wither'd, And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven ; Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, You are my father, for, methinks, in you

Ard lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; I see old Gaunt alive; 0 then, my father !

Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, — Will you permit that I shall stand condemn’d The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties The other, to enjoy by rage and war: Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away These signs forerun the death or fall of kings To upstart unthrifts ? Wherefore was I born ? Farewell; our countrymen are gone and ficd, If that my cousin king be king of England, As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Erit. It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster.

Sal. Ah, Richard ! with the eyes of heavy miud, You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, Fall to the base earth from the firmament! He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest; I am denied to sue my livery here,

Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes;. And yet my letters-patent give me leave :

And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. (Exit.
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 challenge law: Attorn:es are denied me;

ACT JU.
And therefore personally I lay my claim
To my inheritance of free descent.

SCENE I.-Bolingbroke's Camp at Briato.. North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right.

PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross; Officers behind, with Willo. Base men by his endowments are made

Bushy and GREEN, prisoners. great.

(this,- Boling. Bring forth these men.York. My lords of England, let me tell you Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,

(Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) And labour'd all I couid to do him right:

With too much urging your pernicious lives, But in this kind to come, in braving arms,

For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood Be his own carver, and cut out his way,

From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
To find out right with wrong, -it may not be ; I will unfold some causes of your death.
And you that do abet him in this kind,

You have misled a prince, a royal king,
Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.
But for his own: and, for the right of that,

You have, in manner, with your sinful hours,
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; Made a dviorce betwixt his queen and him;
And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath. Broke the possession of a royal bed,

York. Well, we ], I see the issue of these arms; And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Because my power is weak, and all ill left:

Myself--a prince, by fortune of my birth; But, if I could, by Him that gave me life,

Near to the king in blood; and near in love, I would attach you all, and make you stoop Till you did make him misinterpret me,Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;

Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, But, since I cannot, be it known to you,

And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;

Eating the bitter bread of banishment: Unless you please to enter in the castle,

Whilst you have fed upon my seignories, And there repose you for this uight.

Dispark'd my parks, and felld my forest woods Boliny An offer, uncle, that we will acrept. From my own windows torn my household coat.

Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign- | And darts his light through every guilty hole,
Save men's opinions, and any living blood, - Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, (backs,
To show the world I am a gentleman, [this, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their

This, and much more, much more than twice all Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ?
Condemns you to the death :--See them deliver'd So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, —
To execution and the hand of death, (over Who all this while hath revell'd in the night,

Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, whilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. Shall see us rising in our throne the east,

Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take our His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
And plague injustice with the pains of hell. [souls, Not able to endure the sight of day,
Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
despatch'd.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea
[E.reunt Northumberland and others, with Can wash the balm from an anointed king:
Prisoners.

The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house : The deputy elected by the Lord:
For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ; To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay

York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd A glorious angel : then, if angels fight, (right. With letters of your love to her at large.

Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, lords, away;

Enter SALISBURY.
To fight with Glendower and his complices;
Awhile to work, and, after, holiday.

Welcome, my lord. How far off lies your power ? [Ereunt.

Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, SCENE II.-The Coast of Wales. A Castle in Than this weak arm : Discomfort guides my tongue, view.

And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Flourish. Drums and Trumpets. Enter King Ri- One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,

CHARD, BISHOP OF Carlisle, AUMERLE, and Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth :
Soldiers.

0, call back yesterday, bid time return, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at handa To-day, to day, unhappy day, too late,

And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men: Aum. Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace After late tossing on the breaking seas ? (air,

O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state ; K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers’d and fled.

For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, To stand upon my kingdom once again. - [joy,

Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your grace Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

(men Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs :

so pale ?

K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting ; And, till so much blood thither come again,

Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,

Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
And do thee favour with my royal hands.

All souls that will be safe, fly from my side;
Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense :

For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,

Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are. And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way;

K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king ? Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet

,

Awake thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep’st. Which with usurping steps do trample thee.

Is not the king's name forty thousand names ? Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :

Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes And when they from thy bosom pluck a ver,

At thy great glory.—Look not to the ground, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder;

Ye favourites of a king : Are we not high ? Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch

High be our thoughts : I know, my uncle York Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.

Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who

Comes here?
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords;
This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones

Enter Scroop.
Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king

Scroop. More health and happiness betide my Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms.

Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. (liege, Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepard; made you king,

The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, And what loss is it to be rid of care ? And not neglected; else, if heaven would,

Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so:

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Revolt our subjects ? that we cannot mend;
Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, They break their faith to God, as well as us :
Grows strong and great, in substance, and in friends. Cry woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;

K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin !' know'st thou The worst is death, and death will have his day.
That when the searching eye of heaven is hid (not, Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so arm'd
Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To bear the tidings of calamity.
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, Like an unseasonable stormy day,
In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
But when, from under this terrestial ball,

As if the world were all dissolved to tears
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, So high above his limits swells the rage

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my lord,

Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land How can you say to me--I am a king? (woes,
With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel. Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present
White beards have arm'd their thin and hairless But presently prevent the ways to wail.
scalps

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foc,
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints And so your follies fight against yourself
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown:

Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight : Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows And fight and die, is death destroying death; Of double-fatal yew against thy state;

Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills

Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him; Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, And learn to make a body of a limb. And all goes worse than I have power to tell. (ill. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :-Proud BolingK. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell’st a tale so

broke, I come Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot ? To change blows with thee for our day of doom. What is become of Bushy? where is Green ? This ague-fit of fear is over-blown; That they have let the dangerous enemy

An easy task it is, to win our own.Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power ? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.

Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, The state and inclination of the day:

[demption. So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn’d without re- My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
Dogs, easily won to fiwn on any man! Iheart! I play the torturer, by small and small,
Snakes in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :-
Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than Judas! Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke ;
Would they make peace? terrible hell make war And all your northern castles yielded up,
Upon their spotted souls for this offence!

And all your southern gentlemen in arms
Scroop. Sweet love, I sce, changing bis property, Upon his party.
Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :-

K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made Reshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth.
With heads, and not with bands: those whom you

(To AUMERLE. curse,

Of that sweet way I was in to despair ! Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, What say you now? What comfort have we now? And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt- That bids me be of comfort any more. shire, dead ?

Go to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;
Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
Aum. Where is the duke my father, with his That power I have, discharge; and let them go
power?

(speak: To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man For I have none :-Let no man speak again
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes

Aum. My liege, one word
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

K. Rich.

He does me double wrong, Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:

That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. And yet not so,--for what can we bequeath, Discharge my followers, let them hence ;-Away, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ?

From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day. Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's,

(Eseunt And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth,

SCENE III.-Wales. Before Flint Castle. Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

Enter, with drums and colours, BOLINGBROKE and For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Forces; YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and others. And tell sad stories of the death of kings:

Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, How some have been deposd, some slain in war, The Welshmen are dispers’d; and Salisbury Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; With some few private friends, upon this coast. All murder'd:-For within the hollow crown,

North. The news is very fair, and good, my lord; That rounds the mortal temples of a king,

Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits, York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his poinp; To say-king Richard:-Alack, the heavy day, Allowing him a breath, a little scene

When such a sacred king should hide his head! To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

Left I his title out. As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

York.

The time hath been, Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Comes at the last, and with a little pin

Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, · Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king ! For taking so the head, your whole head's length. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you With solemn reverence; throw away respect,

should.

(shoulu, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

York. Take not, good cousin, further than yu For you have but mistook me all this while : Lest you mis take : The heavens are o'er your beau. I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Boling I know it, uncle; and oppose not Need friends :-Subjected thus,

Myself against their will.-But who comes here

Enter Percy.

Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ?

And though you think, that all, as you have done, Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,

Have toru their souls, by turning them from us,

And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;-
Against thy entrance.
Boling. Royally!

Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent,
Why, it contains no king?

Is mustering in his clouds, on our behalf,
Percy.
Yes, my good lord,

Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
It doth contain a king; King Richard lies

Your children, yet unborn and unbegot, Within the limits of yon lime and stone:

That lift your vassal hands against my head, And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is),

And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

That every stride he makes upon my land

Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.
Boling. Noble lord,

(To North.

The purple testament of bleeding war; Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle ;

But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle

Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.

Shall ill become the flower of England's face; Harry Bolingbroke

Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand;

To scarlet indignation, and bedew And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart,

Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. To his most royal person: hither come

North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;

king

Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Provided that, my banishment repeal'd,
And lands restord again, be freely granted :

Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,

Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood,

And by the honourable tomb he swears, Rain’d from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke Currents that spring from one most gracious head It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land,

And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

And by the worth and honour of himself, Go, signify as much; while here we march

Comprising all that may be sworn or said, Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-

His coming hither hath no further scope,

Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
(NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the castle, Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;
with a trumpet.

Which on thy royal party granted once,
Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, His glittering arms he will cominend to rust,
That from the castle's totter'd battlements

His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart Our fair appointments may be well perus’d. To faithful service of your majesty. Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; With no less terror than the elements

And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. [returns, Of fire and water, when their thund’ring shock K. Rich. Northumberland, say,—thus the king At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. His noble cousin is right welcome bither; Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:

And all the number of his fair demands The rage be nis, while on the earth I rain

Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction : My waters; on the earth, and not on him.

With all the gracious utterance thou hast, March on, and mark king Richard how, he looks. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.A parle sounded, and answered by another trumpet We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, [ To Aum.

within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King RI- To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? CHARD, the BISHOP OP CARLISLE, AUMERLE, Shall we call back Northumberland, and send SCROOP, and SALISBURY.

Defiance to the traitor, and so die ? (words, York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful

Aum. No, my good lord ; let's fight with gentle As doth the blushing discontented sun,

swords.

(of mine From out the fiery portal of the east;

Rich. O God! O God ! that e'er this tongue When he perceives the envious clouds are bent

That laid the sentence of dread banishment
To dim his glory, and to stain the track
Of his bright passage to the occident

On yon proud man, should take it off again
Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,

With words of sooth! O, that I were as great As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

As is my grief, or lesser than my name ! Controuling majesty, Alack, alack, for wue,

Or that I could forget what I have been !

Or not remember what I must be now! [beat, That any harm should stain so fair a show! K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to

Since foes have scope to beat both thee azd me. we stood

(To NORTH. To watch the fearful bending of thy knce,

Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling. broke.

(submit ? Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must ho To pay their awful duty to our presence ?

The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ? If we be not, show us the hand of God

The king shall be contented. Must he lose That hath disiniss'd us from our stewardship;

The name of king? o'God's name, let it go: For well we know, no hand of blood and bone

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads;
Can gripe the sacred bap.)le of our sceptre,

My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;
My gay apparel, for an alıns-mau's gown;

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