Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Bores through his castle wall, and—farewel king! For you have but mistook me all this while: 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.. 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? My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party. K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth [To Aumerle. Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? What comfort have we now? That bids me be of comfort any more. 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. [Exeunt. 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 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 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? Enter Percy. Well, 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: 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; To his most royal person: hither come And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, 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 Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock My waters; on the earth, and not on him. A parle sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, ana Salisbury. York. See, see, king Richard doth himself ap pear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east; When he perceives the envious clouds are bent K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have we stood F |