And challenge law: Attornies are denied me; North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd. Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, And labour'd all I could to do him right: But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong,—it may not be ; And you, that do abet him in this kind, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is But for his own: and, for the right of that, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak, and all ill left: well;- Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. But we must win your grace, to go with us It is your interest. To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. York. It may be, I will go with you :-but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are: SCENE IV. [Exeunt. A Camp in Wales, Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain, Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welsh-man; The king reposeth all his confidence In thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.- [Exit. Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament! ACT III. [Exit. SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.' Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND2 PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross: Officers behind with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners. Boling. Bring forth these men.— Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood You have misled a prince, a royal king, 7 Completely. And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods; This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd. [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and Others, Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; 8 Thrown down the hedges. 9 Of arms. 1 Motto. York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. SCENE II. [Excunt. The Coast of Wales. A castle in view. Flourish: Drums and Trumpets. Enter King RI CHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace the. air, After late tossing on the breaking seas? K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; |