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Aum. Is Bufbie, Greene, and the earle of Wiltfire dead?
Scro. Yea, all of them at Bristow lost their heads.
Au. Where is the duke my father with his power ?
King. No matter where, of comfort no man speake.
Lets talke of graues, of wormes, and epitaphs,
Make dust our paper, and with rainie eyes
Write sorrow on t the bosome of the earth.
Lets choose executors and talke of wils:
And yet not fo, for what can we bequeath,
Saue our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives, and all are Bullingbrookes,
And nothing can we call our owne, but death,
And that small modell of the barren earth,
Which serues as past || and couer to our bones.
For Gods I fake let vs fit vpon the ground?
And tell fad stories of the death of kings,
How some haue beene depolde, some flaine in warre,
Some haunted by the ghosts they haue deposed,
Some poysoned by their wiues, some Neeping kild,
All murthered: for within the hollow crowne
That rounds the mortall temples of a king,
Keepes death his court, and there the antique sits,
Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pompe,
Allowing him a breath, a little sceane,
To monarchise, be feard, and kill with lookes,
Infusing him with felfe and vaine conceit,
As if this flesh which walies about our life,
Were brasse impregnable: and humord thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle walles, and farewell
Couer your heads, and mocke not flesh and blood,
With folcmne reuerence throw away respect,
Tradition, forme, and ceremonious dutie,
For you haue but mistooke me all this while,
I liue with bread like you, feele want,
Tast griefe, need friends : subiected thus,
How can you say to mee, I am a king?
Carl. My lord, wise-men ne're fit and t waile their woes
But presently preuent the waies to waile,
To feare the foe, since feare oppresseth strength,
Giues in your weakenese strength vnto your foe,
| And so your follies fight against your selfe :
Feare, and be Naine, no worse can come to fight :
And fight and die, is death destroying death,
Where fearing dying, paies death seruile breath.
Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him, And learne to make a body of a limme.
King. Thou chidst me well; proud Bullingbrooke, I come
To change blowes with thee for our day of doome:
This ague-fit of feare is ouerblowne,
An easie taske it is to winne our owne.
Say Scroope, where lies our vnckle with his power?
Speake sweetly man, although thy lookes be fower.
Scroope. Men iudge by the complexion of the skie,
The state and inclination of the day;
So may you by my dull and heauy eye:
My tongue hath but a heauier tale to say,
I play the torturer by small and small,
To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
Your vnckle rorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke,
And all your northerne castles yeelded vp,
And all your southerne gentlemen in armes
V pon his partie 5.
King. Thou hast sayd enough :
Beshrew thee coolin which did it lead me foorth
Of that sweet way I was in to dispaire.
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What say you now? what comfort haue we now?
By heauen Ile hate him euerlastingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more,
Goe to Flint castle, there ile pine away,
A king woes slaue, shall kingly woe obey :
That power I haue ; discharge, and let them go
To eare the land that hath some hope to grow :
For I haue none ; let no man speake againe
To alter this, for counsell is but vaine.
Aum. My liege one word.
King. He does me double wrong,
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue :
Discharge my followers, let them hence away,
From Richards night, to Bullingbrookes faire day.
Enter + Bull, Yorke, North.
Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne,
The Welchmen are dispearst, and Salisbury
Is gone io meete the king, who lately landed
With some few priuate friends, vpon this coast.
North. The newes is very faire and good, my lord :
Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head.
Yorke. It would besecme the lord Northumberland,
To say, king Richard, alacke the heauie day,
When such a sacred king, should hide his head.
North. Your grace mistakes; onely to be briefe,
Left I his
title out. Yor. The time hath bin, Soould you haue bin so bricfe
with him He would haue bin so briefe ý to Morten you, For taking so the head, your whole hcads length.
But. Mistake not (vockle) further then you should.
Sirena Tcrtia, + Enter with drums, colours, &c. with allendarts.
I bis I would
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Yorke. Take not (good coolin) further then you should Least mistake the heauens are ouer your * heads.
Bul. I know it vnckle, and oppose not my felfe Against their willes. But, who comes heere?.
Welcome Harry what, will not this castle yeeld ?
Hen. Per. The castle is royally † mand my lord.
Against thy entrance.
Bull. Royally, why it containes no king.
H. Per: Yes (my good lord)
It doth containe a king, king Richard lies
With the limits of yon lime and stone,
And with him the lord Aumerle, Lord Salisburie,
Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a cleargie man
Of holie reuerence, who I cannot learne.
North. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carleile.
Bul. Noble. lords I, Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient castle, Through brasen trumper send the breath of parlee $ Into his ruinde eares, and thus deliuer. H. Bul. on both his knees **, doth kisse king Richards hand And sends alleageance and true faith of heart To his tt royall person : hither come Euen at his feete, to lay my armes and power : Prouided, that my banishment repeald, And lands restored againe bc freely graụnted ; If nor, 'Ile vse the aduantage of my power, And lay the summers dust with showres of blood, Raind from the wounds of Naughtered Englifbmen?: The which, how far off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is, such chrimson tempest should be drencht |
o'er our + royally is | Witbin lord parle ** Henry Bulling broke upon bis knees tif Unto bis moff 1 bedrench
The fresh greene lap of faire king Richards land,
My stooping dutie tenderlie shall shew.
Go fignifie as much, while here we march
V pon the grassie carpet of this plaine ;
Lets march without the noyse of threatning drumme,
That from this castles tattered * battlements,
Our faire appointments may be well perusd.
Me thinks king Richard and my selfe should meete
With no lese terrour then the elements
Of fire and water, when their thundring smoake,
At meeting teares the cloudy cheekes of heauen.
Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding water;
The rage be his, whilst on the earth I raigne t
My water's on the earth, and not on him :
March on, and marke king Richard how he lookes.
The trumpet found. Richard appeareth on the walles. I
Bull. See, fee, king Richard doth himselfe appeare,
As doth the blu/hing discontented funne
From out the fierie portall of the east,
When he perceiues the enuious clouds are bent
To dimme his glorie, and to staine the tracke
Of his bright pasage to the occident.
Torke. Yet lookes he like a king, behold his eye,
As bright as is the eagles, lightens fnorth
Controlling majestie ; alacke 9 for woe,
That any harme should llaine so faire a shew.
King. We are amazd, and thus long haue we stood,
To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,
Because we thought our felfe the ** lawfull king :
And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget
To pay their tt awefull dutie to sf our presence ?
| Porle witbout, and answer wirbir, tben a flourish. £r:er vi ike walles Ricbard, Carlik, Aumerle, Scroop, Salisbury.
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