Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most Willo. And far surmounts our labor to attain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, And I am come to seek that name in Eng- Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not To raze one title of your honor out: on To take advantage of the absent time arms. Enter YORK attended. 80 From forth the ranks of many thousand O, then how quickly should this arm of mine, On what condition stands it and wherein? 111 In gross rebellion and detested treason: Hereford; alties away 120 To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? He should have found his uncle Gaunt a fa- Boling. I shall not need transport my words And these and all are all anuss employ'd. What would you have me do? I am a sub- And I challenge law: attorneys are denied York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Boling. My gracious uncle York. Tut, tut! North. The noble duke hath been too much abused. ground? to march But then more 'why?' why have they dared So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, And ostentation of despised arms? York. My lords of England, let me tell you this: 140 I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs Comest thou because the anointed king is And you that do abet him in this kind hence? Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, • And in my loyal bosom lies his power. men, York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms: I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, 160 [cept: Bening An offer, uncle, that we will acBut we must win your grace to go with us To Bristol castle, which they say is held B. Bashy, Bagot and their complices, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Witch I have sworn to weed and pluck away. Frk. It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; For lam loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past [Excunt. 171 care, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder 20 Whose double tongue may with a mortal tonch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Car. Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced, And not neglected; else, if heaven would, 30 And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse, The proffer'd means of succor and redress. Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power. K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not 40 That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revell'd in the night Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, 50 His treasons will sit blushing in his face, For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd Enter SALISBURY, Welcome, my lord: how far off lies your power? Sal. Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair. men! 70 To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state: For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled: Aum. Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale? K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember whe you are. K. Rich. I had forgot myself; am I no king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the grouni, Ye favorites of a king: are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle Yor Hath power enough to serve our turn, B who comes here ? Enter SCROOP. Scroop. More health and happiness betid my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him K. Rich. Mine ear is open and my hea prepared; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. broke. Scroop Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord. K. Reach. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! 130 makes, in my heart-blood warin'd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! [war Would they make peace ? terrible hell make Upon their spotted souls for this offence! Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Toms to the sourest and most deadly hate: Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd for within the hollow crown To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, 170 Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Car. My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, 179 But presently prevent the ways to wail. And so your follies fight against yourself. And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. This ague fit of fear is over-blown; Have felt the worst of death's destroying 190 wound And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead? Say, Scrоор, where lies our uncle with his power? 141 Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be Scroop. Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. sour. Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, Thou has said enough. Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away; SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint castle. Enter, with drum and colors, BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. York. It would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say 'King Richard: alack the heavy day The time hath been, 10 length. you should. heads. Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our Boling. I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? 19 Enter PERCY. Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield? [lord, Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my And sends allegiance and true faith of heart eye, York. Yet looks he like a king: behold, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens fortia Controlling majesty: alack,alack, for woе, |