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Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's,
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be slain ; no worse can come, to fight: And fight and die, is death destroying death 34; 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 Boling
broke, 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 :
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
[To Aumerle. 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,
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.
Wales. Before Flint Castle.
Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,
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 Northumberland, To say—king Richard :-Alack the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head !
North. Your grace mistakes ine; only to be brief,
The time hath been,
Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
should, Lest 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?
Percy. The castle royally is mann’d, my lord,
Yes, my good lord,
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.
Harry Bolingbroke On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand; 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 repealid, 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 slaughter'd Englishmen: The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show. Go, signify as much ; while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.[Northumberland advances to the Castle with a
Trumpet. Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, That from the castle's totter'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.