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As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
[To NORTHUMBERLAND. To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay
their awful duty to our presence?
North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord the king
And by the honourable tomb he swears,
[NORTHUMBERLAND retires to BOLINGBROKE. We do debase ourself, cousin, [To AUMERLE.] 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? 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
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just,] The correct reading of the folio. The quartos of 1597 and 1598 have, “ as he is a princesse just,” and the quartos of 1608 and 1615, “ as he is a prince, just."
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling
broke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he
submit? The king shall do it. Must he be depos’d ? 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, My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, , A little little grave, an obscure grave: Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live, And, buried once, why not upon my head ?Aumerle, thou weep'st; my tender-hearted cousin ! We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land : Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears? As thus ;—to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth; and, therein laid, there lies
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend
[North. retires again to Boling.
king! For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing.
[Exeunt, from above. Boling. What says his majesty? North.
Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Yet he is come.
Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below.
2 — and Bolingbroke says ar.) For the rhyme we ought to read, as in the old copies, “and Boling broke says I,” for “ay” was then almost invariably spelt with a capital I. Hundreds of instances may be found in our dramatists of the reigns of Elizabeth and James I.
Up, cousin, up: your heart is up, I know,
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
Then, I must not say no.
Langley. The 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
Lady. Madam, we'll dance.