Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits, To monarchise, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends-Subjécted thus, How can you say to me-I am a king? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, 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. 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: 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 :- And all your southern gentlemen in arms K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! [To Aumerle. What say you now? What comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, Aum. My liege, one word. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II.` 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 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, Left I his title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. should, Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head. Enter PERCY. Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? 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 lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, [To North. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Harry Bolingbroke On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand; And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Go, signify as much; while here we march [Northumberland advances to the Castle with a Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. |