Percy. The castle royally is manned, my lord, Against thy entrance. Boling. Royally! Why, it contains no king? Percy. Yes, my good lord, 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; Upon his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand; Go, signify as much; while here we march [NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, Of fire and water, when their thundering shock A parley sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Flourish. Enter, on the walls, KING RICHARD, the Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURry. 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, That any harm should stain so fair a show! K. Rich. We are amazed; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To NORTHUMBERLAND. And though you think, that all, as you have done, Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rushed upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; K. Rich. Northumberland, say,-thus the king returns; His noble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplished without contradiction. With all the gracious utterance thou hast, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die? [To AUMERLE. Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the sentence of dread banishment On yon proud man, should take it off again With words of sooth! O, that I were as great Or that I could forget what I have been! Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he submit? The king shall do it. Must he be deposed? The king shall be contented. Must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go. I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; Within the earth; and, therein laid,-There lies North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend [NORTH. retires to BOLING. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing. Boling. What says his majesty? [Exeunt from above. Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man. Yet he is come. Enter KING RICHARD, and his Attendants, below. Boling. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty.— My gracious lord,— [Kneeling. K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, Thus high at least, [Touching his own head.] although your knee be low. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve;-they well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.— Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Tears show their love, but want their remedies.Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must, what force will have us do.Set on towards London.- Cousin, is it so? Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV. Langley. Duke of York's Garden. Enter the Queen and two Ladies. Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen. "Twill make me think, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief. Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy! Of neither, girl, For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy. |