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For you have but mistook me all this while :
I live on bread like you, feel want, tafte grief,
Need friends ;-Subjected chus,
How can you say to me-l am a king?
Carl. My lord, wife men ne'er "wail their present woes,
But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppressech strength,
Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,
And so your follies fight against yourself.
Fear, and be lain; no worse can come, to fight :
And fight and die, is death destroying death ; Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him ;
And learn to make a body of a limb.
K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :-Proud Bolingbroke,
To change blows with thee for our day of doom,
This ague-fit of fear is over-blown ;
An easy task it is, to win our own.-
Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power ?
Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be four.
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky
The state and inclination of the day ;
So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
I play the torturer, by small and small,
To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
And all your northern castles yielded up,
And all your southern gentlemen in arms
party. fit and wail their woes. i 'And fight and die, is deatb destroying death ;]--To die fighting, is to destroy our dettroyers, to return what we suffer.
K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth
Of that sweet way I was in to despair !
What say you now? What comfort have we now?
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more.
Go, to Flint castle ; there I'll pine away ;
A king, woe's Nave, shall kingly woe obey.
That power I have, discharge ; and let them go
To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
For I have none :--Let no man speak again
To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Aum. My liege, one word.
K. Rich. He does me double wrong,
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
Discharge my followers, let them hence ;-Away,
From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day.
S CE N E The Camp of Bolingbroke, before Flint Castle. Enter with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York, Northum
berland, and attendants. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are dispers’d; and Salisbury
gone to meet the king, who lately landed, With some few private friends, upon this coast.
North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.
Work. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To lay-king Richard :- Alack the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head !
Nortb. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief,
Left I his title out.
York. The cime hach been,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would
Have been 10 brief with you, to thorten you,
'For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
Boling. Mistake nor, unclé, farther than you should.
York. Take not, good cousin, farther than you should, Left you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head.
Boling. I know it, uncle ; and oppose not
Myself against their will. -- But who comes here?
Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield?
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Against thy entrance.
Boling. Royally! Why, ic contains no king?
Percy. Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone :
And with him lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carline.
Boling. Noble lord,
Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle ;
Through brazen trumpet send the breach of parle
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
Harry of Bolingbroke, on both his knees,
Doch kiss king Richard's hand ,
Porsaking jo sbe bead,) for taking such ondue liberties.
And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart,
To his most royal person : hither come
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power ;
* Provided that, my banishment repeald,
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood,
Rain'd from the wounds of Naughter'd Englishmen:
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
It is, such crimson tempeft should bedrench
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land,
My stooping duty tenderly shall fhew.
Go, signify as much; while here we march
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-
Let's march without the naise of threat'ning drum,
That from this castle's "tatter'd battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water :
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks.
A. parle founded, and answered by another trumpet witbin.
Flourish, Enter on the walls king Richard, the bishop of
Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, and Salisbury.
• York. See, fee, king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun
* Provided that, &c.]-the repeal and restoratioa be freely granted.
Boling.--See, ju, &c.-to occident,
From out the fiery portal of the east;
When he perceives, the envious clouds are bent
To dim his glory, and to stain the tract
Of his bright passage to the occident.
Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling majesty: Alack, alack, for woe,
That any harm should stain so fair a show!
K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have we stood
To watch the ' fearful bending of thy knee, (To North.
Because we thought ourself thy lawful king :
And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our presence ?
If we be not, shew us the hand of God.
That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship;
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
Unless he do prophane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think, that all, as you have done,
Have torn their fouls, by turning them from us,
And we are barren, and bereft of friends
Yet know,- my master, God omnipotent,
Is mustering in his clouds, on our behalf,
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
That lift your vassal hands against my head,
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', 'methinks, he is)
That every stride he makes upon my land,
Is dangerous treason : He is come to ope
. The purple testament of bleeding war ;
But ere the crown he looks for ' live in peace,
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" light in peace-be firmly, or peaceably settled on his head. .