Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp; To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemu reverence; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty. you For have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, taste Need friends: grief, - Subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their pre sent woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. fight: And fight and die, is death destroying death; Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well: Proud Bolingbroke, I come 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 sour. Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day: To lengthen out the worst that must be spok en : -- Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which did lead me forth By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, Aum. My liege, one word. K. Rich. He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his Wales. Before Flint Castle. Enter with drum and colours, BOLINGBROKE, and forces; YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and others. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury Is 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. York. It would beseem the lord Northumber land, Alack the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head! North. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief, Left I his title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he 1 would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. York. Take not, good cousin, further than you should, Lest you mistake: The heavens are o'er your head. Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Myself against their will. here? Enter PERCY. But who comes Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance. Boling. Royally! Why, it 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 are the lord Aumerle, lord Salis bury, Sir Stephen Scroop: besides a clergyman North. Belike it is the bishop of Carlisle. [to North.] Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver. Harry Bolingbroke, On both his knees, doth kifs king Richard's hand; And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd English men: The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench Go, signify as much; while here we march [North. advances to the Castle, with a Trumpet.] Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, That from the castles totter'd battlements Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock. |