As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king! 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. broke, I come Proud Boling 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? To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. [TO AUMERLE. Beshrew thee, cousin, which did lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? what comfort have we now? Aum. My liege, one word. SCENE III. 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 me; only to be brief, Left I his title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him he would 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.—But who comes here? Enter PERCY. Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Why, it contains no king? Percy. Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king: king Richard lies Withing the limits of yon lime and stone; And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, 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 kiss king Richard's hand; If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench Go, signify as much; while here we march advances to the Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock A parle sounded, and answered by another Trumpet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King RICHARD, the Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURY. York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east; When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth, Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for woe, any harm should stain so fair a show! That K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To NORTHUMBERLAND. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Το pay their awful duty to our presence? If we be not, show us the hand of God 'That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. And though you think, that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, And we are barren, and bereft of friends; Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon; Thy thrice-noble cousin, |