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My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus || O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
seals it.

Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee,
North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir And minister correction to thy fault!
Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my
Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of

fault;
trees,

On what condition stands it, and wherein ?
Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : York. Even in condition of the worst degree,
And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey. In gross rebellion, and detested treason :
mour;

Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come,
None else of name, and noble estimate.

Before the expiration of thy time,
Enter Ross and Willoughby.

In braving arins against thy sovereign.
North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil-

Boling. As I was banishid, I was banish'd Here loughby,

But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
Boling. Welcome, my lords : I wot," your love|| And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye :
pursues
A banish'd traitor; all my treasury

You are my father, for, Inethinks, in you

I see old Gaunt alive ; 0 then, my father!
Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd,
Shall be your love and labour's recompense.

Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble A. wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royalties lord.

Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away Willo. And far surmounts our labour to at. If that my cousin king be king of England,

To upstart unthrifts ? Wherefore was I born? tain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsonan;

It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. poor, Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,

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

He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?

To rouse his wrongs, 4 and chase them to the bay.
Enter Berkley.

I am denied to sue my liverys here,
North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.

And yet my letters-patent give me leave :
Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you. And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd.

My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold;
Boling. My lord, my answer is-to Lancaster :|| What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And I am come to seek that name in England:

And challenge law : Attornies are denied me;
And I must find that title in your tongue,
Before I make reply to aught you say.

And therefore personally I lay my claim

To
Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my

my inheritance of free descent.

North. The noble duke hath been too much meaning,

abus'd.
To raze one title of your honour out:-
To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will.)

Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right.
From the most glorious regent of this land,

Willo. Base men by his endowments are made The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on

great.

York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,
To take advantage of the absent time,2
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.

I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,

And labour'd all I could to do him right:
Enter York, attended.

But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
Boling. I shall not need transport my words by || Be his own carver, and cut out his way,
you;

To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ; Here comes his grace in person.-My noble uncle! | And you, that do abet him in this kind,

(Kneels. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy North. The noble duke hath sworn, his comingis knee,

But for his own : and, for the right of that, Whose duty is deceivable and false.

We all have strongly sworn to give him ajd ; Boling. My gracious uncle !

And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Tut, tut !

York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word--grace, Because my power is weak, and all ill left:
In an ungracious mouth, is but profane:

But, if I could, by him that gave me life,
Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
But then more why ;--Why have they dar'd to But, since I cannot, be it known to you,
march

I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ; Unless you please to enter in the castle,
Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, And there repose you for this night.
And ostentation of despised arms?

Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accepi.
Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ? But we must win your grace, to go with us
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, To Bristol castle ; which, they say, is beld
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, York. It may be, I will go with you :--but yet
From forth the ranks of many thousand French;
(1) Know.

(2) Time of the king's absence. (5) Possession of my land, &c.
3. Impartial. (4) The persons who wrong him. 16) It is your interest.

I'll pause ;

over

For I am loath to break our country's laws. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd
Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are :
Things past redress, are now with me past care. To execution and the hand of death.

[Ereunt. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,

Than Bolingbroke lo England.-Lords, farewell. SCENE IV.-A camp in Wales. Enter Salis

Green. My comfort is,—that heaven will take bury, and a Captain.

our souls, Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, | And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And hardly kept our countrymen together,

Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them And yet we hear no lidings from the king;

despatch'd Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.

(Ece. North. and others with prisoners. Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; | Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; The king reposeth all bis confidence

For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : In thee.

Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;5 Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. stay.

York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, With letters of your love to her at large. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,

away; And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To fight with Glendower and his complices; Rich men look sad, and ruffjans dance and leap, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday, (Exeunt. The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war:

SCENE II.-The coast of Wales. A castle in

view. Flourish : drums and trumpets. Enter These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Farewell'; our countrymen are gone and fled,

and soldiers. As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. (Erit.

Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at I see thy glory, like a shooting star,

hand ? Fall to the base earth from the firmament!

Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,

the air, Witnessing storms to come, wo, and unrest : After late tossing on the breaking seas? Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes ;

K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. (Exit. joy,

To stand upon my kingdom once again.
Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs :

As a long parted mother with her child
ACT III. .

Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; SCENE 1.—Bolingbroke's camp at Bristol. En. So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, ter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy,

And do thee favour with my royal hands. Willoughby, Ross : officers behind with Bushy Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, and Green, prisoners..

Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense :

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Boling. Bring forth these men.

And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, (Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) || Which with usurping steps do trample thee. With too much urging your pernicious lives, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, From off my hands, here, in the view of men, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder, I will unfold some causes of your death.

Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch You have misled a prince, a royal king,

Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ; By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.! This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. Broke the possession of a royal bed,

Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that And staind the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

made

you king, With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul | Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. wrongs.

The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; And not neglected; else, if heaven would, Near to the king in blood ; and near in love, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Till you did make him misinterpret me, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss ; And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Eating the bitter bread of banishment :

Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

friends. Dispark'd2 my parks, and feil'd my forest woods ; K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou From my own windows torn my household coat,3

not, Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To show the world I am a gentleman.

Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, This, and mucb more, much more than twice all this, || In murders and in outrage, bloody here ; (1) Completely. (?) Thrown down the bedges. (3) Of arms. (4) Motto. (5) Commendations

so ill.

my lord.

But when, from under this terrestrial ball, The worst is-death, and death will have his day.
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so arm'd,
And darts his light through every guilty hole, To bear the tidings of calamity.
Then murders, treasons, and deiested sins, Like an unseasonable stormy day,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears;
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, - So high above his limits swells the rage
Who all this while hath revell’d in the night, Of Boling broke, covering your fearful land
Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,- ||With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than
Shall see us rising in our throne the east,

steel. His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless Not able to endure the sight of day;

scalps But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.

Against thy majesty ; boys, with women's voices, Not all the water in the rough rude sea

Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints Can wash the balm from an anointed king : In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The breath of worldly men cannot depose Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows The deputy elected by the Lord :

of double-fatal yew against thy state; For every inan that Boling broke hath pressid, Yea, distatt-women manage rusty bills To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay And all goes worse than I have power to tell, A glorious angel : then, if angels fight,

K Rich. Too well, too well, thou tellist a tale Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.

Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Enter Salisbury.

What is become of Bushy? where is Green?

l'hat they have let the dangerous enemy Welcome, my lord; How far off lics your power ?' | Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ?

Sal. Nor near, nor further ofi, my gracious lord, If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
Than this weak arı: Discomfort guides my tongue, 1 warrant, they have made peace with Boling broke.
And bids me speak of nothing but despair. Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed,
One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without re-
O, call back yesterday, bid time return,

demption !
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
'To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,

Suakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;

heart! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Are gone to Boling broke, dispers'd, and Hed. Would they make peace ? terrible hell make war Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your grace Upon their spotted souls for this offence! so pale?

Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :

Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made Did triumph in my face, and they are Aed; With heads, and not with hands : those whom you And, till so much blood thither come again,

curse, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; And lie full low, gravid in the bollow ground. For time hath set a blot upon my pride.

Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt. Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.

sbire, dead? K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king? Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st.

heads. Is not the king's name forty thousand names ? Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes

power? At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground, K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Ye favourites of a king ; Are we not high?

speak :
High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ;
Hath power enough to serve our turn. But wbo Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Comes bere?

Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Enter Scroop.

Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:

And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Scroop. More health and happiness betide my | Save our deposed bodies to the ground liege,

Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. And nothing can we call our cwn, but death; K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart pre- || And that small model of the barren earth, par'd;

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. The worsi is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care ; And tell sad stories of the death of kings :And what loss is it, to be rid of care?

How some have been depor'd, some slain in war; Strives Boling broke to be as great as we? Some haunted by the ghosts they have depoe'd ; Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: All murder'd :-For within the hollow crown, Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; That rounds the mortal temples of a king, They break their faith to God, as well as us : Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Cry, wo, destruction, ruin, loss, decay ; Scotting his state, and grinning at his pomp;

Allowing him a breath, a little scene (1) Force

To monarchize, be fear's, and kill with looks ;

men

Infusing him with self and vain conceit, North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief,
As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Left I his title out.
Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, York. The time hath been,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin

Would you have been so brief with him, he would Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! Have been so brief with you, lo shorten you, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood For taking so the head,6 your whole head's length. With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

should For you have but mistook me all this while : York. Take not, good cousin, further than you I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,

should, Need friends Subjected thus,

Lest
you

mis-take : The heavens are o'er your head. How can you say to me-I am a king ?

Boling. I know it, uncle ; and oppose not Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present Myself against their will.-But who comes here?

woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.

Enter Percy. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, And so your follies fight against yourself. Against thy entrance. Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight : Boling. Royally! And fight and die, is death destroying death ; Why, it contains no king? Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Percy.

Yes, my good lord, Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him;|| It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And learn to make a body of a limb.

Within the limits of yon lime and stone: K. Rich. Thou chid'sť me well :--Proud B. And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, lingbroke, I come

Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To change blows with thee for our day of doom. Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown ;

North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. An easy task it is, to win our own.

Boling. Noble lord,

(To North. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? | Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle? Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.

The state and inclination of the day: Harry Bolingbroke So may you by my dull and heavy eye, On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand;

My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, I play the torturer, by small and small,

To his most royal person : hither come
To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :-

:-|Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;
Your uncle York hath join'd with Boling broke ; Provided that, my banishment repeald,
And all your northern castles yielded up, And lands restor'd again, be freely granted:
And all your southern gentlemen in arms If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
Upon his party.

And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: Beshrew2 thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke

(To Aumerle. It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench of that sweet way I was in to despair !

The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, What say you now? What comfort have we now ? My stooping duty tenderly shall show. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,

Go, signify as much; while here we march That bids me be of comfort any more.

Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;

(Northumberland advances to the castle, A king, wo's slave, shall kingly wo obey.

with a trumpet. That power: I have, discharge ; and let them go Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, To eart the land that hath some hope to grow,

That from the castle's totter'd battlements For I have none :--Let no man speak again Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet Aum. My liege, one word.

With no less terror than the elements K. Rich.

He does me double wrong, of fire and water, when their thundering shock That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Discharge my followers, let them hence :-Away,|| Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: From Richard's night, to Boling broke's fair day. The rage be his, while on the earth I rain

(Exeunt. My waters; on the earth, and not on him. SCENE III.-Wales. Before Flint Castle. En

March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. ter, with drum and colours, Bolingbroke and A parle sounded, and answered by another trun. forces ; York, Northumberland, and others. pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls king Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,

Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury

and Salisbury. Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, With some few private friends, upon this coast. As doth the blushing discontented sun

North. The news is very fair and good, my lord ; From out the fiery portal of the east;
Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. When he perceives the envious clouds are bent

York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To dim his glory, and to stain the track
To say-king Richard :-Alack the heavy day, of his bright passage to the occident.
When such a sacred king should hide his head! Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
(1) Part. (2) III betide. (3) Force. (4) Plow.

(5) Short. (6) Such liberty. (7) Parley

we stood

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

K, Rich. O God ! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty Alack, alack, for wo,

of mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have On yon proud man, should take it off again

With words of sooth 3 O, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my grief, or lesser than my name !

(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence?

beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God

Since fues have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath disiniss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling. For well we know, no hand of blood and bone

broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

submit?
And though you think, that all, as you have done. The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd?
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, The king shall be contented: Must he lose
And we are barren, and bereft of friends ; The name of king? o'God's name, let it go :
Yet know,—my master, God omnipotent, I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behall, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage ;
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
That lift your vassal hands against my head, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;
And threat the glory of my precious crown. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints ;
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,) And my large kingdoin for a little grave,
That every stride he makes upon my land, A little little grave, an obscure grave :-
Is dangerous treason : He is come to ope Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
The purple testament of bleeding war;

Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereigu's head : Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face;' And, buried once, why not upon my head?-Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted cou• To scarlet indignation, and bedew

sin ! Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. We'll make foul weather with despised tears; North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king

And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and uncivil arms

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears ; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; As thus :-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb be swears,

Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones ; Within the earth; and, therein laid,—There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods, Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious head;

Would not this ill do well?-Well, well, I see And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the worth and honour of himself, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said, What says king Boling broke? will bis majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

You make a leg, and Bolingbroke sayg-ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :

North. My lord, in the bases court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once, To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend? to rust,

down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.

Phaeton,
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

(North. retires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king in the base court ? Base court, where kings grow returns ;

base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither; To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands

In the base court? Come down? Down, court! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :

down, king! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.

sing

[Ereunt from above. We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, Boling. What says his majesty ? [To Aumerle. North

Sorrow and grief of heart To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man : Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Yet he is come. Defiance to the traitor, and so die? Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Enter King Richard, and his attendants, below. words,

Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful and show fair duty to his majesty. swords.

My gracious lord,

(Kneeling (1) Soil. (2) Commit. (3) Softness. (4) A bow. (5) Lower.

(6) Foolishly.

eyes?

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