That power I have, discharge; and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none. Let no man speak again To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
AUMERLE. My liege, one word.
KING RICHARD. 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 3.
Wales. Before Flint Castle
Enter, with drum and colours, BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and forces
BOLINGBROKE. 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.
NORTHUMBERLAND. 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!
NORTHUMBERLAND. Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief, Left I his t.i.tle 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.
BOLINGBROKE. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
YORK. Take not, good cousin, further than you should, Lest you mistake. The heavens are over our heads.
BOLINGBROKE. I know it, uncle; and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here?
Enter PERCY
Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
PIERCY. The castle royally is mann"d, my lord, Against thy entrance.
BOLINGBROKE. 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; And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
NORTHUMBERLAND. O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
BOLINGBROKE. [To NORTHUMBERLAND] n.o.ble lord, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley Into his ruin"d ears, and thus deliver: Henry Bolingbroke On both his knees doth kiss King Richard"s hand, And sends allegiance and true faith of heart To his most royal person; hither come Even at his feet to lay my arms and power, Provided that my banishment repeal"d And lands restor"d again be freely granted; If not, I"ll use the advantage of my power And lay the summer"s dust with showers of blood Rain"d from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen; The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke 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 gra.s.sy carpet of this plain.
[NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the Castle, with a trumpet]
Let"s march without the noise of threat"ning drum, That from this castle"s tottered battlements Our fair appointments may be well perus"d.
Methinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thund"ring shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I"ll be the yielding water; The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain My waters-on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
Parle without, and answer within; then a flourish.
Enter on the walls, the KING, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURY
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 pa.s.sage to the occident.
YORK. Yet he looks 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!
KING RICHARD. [To NORTHUMBERLAND] We are amaz"d; and thus long have we stood 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?
If we be not, show us the hand of G.o.d That hath dismiss"d us from our stewardship; For well we know no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls by turning them from us, And we are barren and bereft of friends, Yet know-my master, G.o.d omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn and unbegot, That lift your va.s.sal hands against my head And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke, for yon methinks he stands, That every stride he makes upon my land Is dangerous treason; he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war; But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Ten thousand b.l.o.o.d.y crowns of mothers" sons Shall ill become the flower of England"s face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation, and bedew Her pastures" gra.s.s with faithful English blood.
NORTHUMBERLAND. The King of Heaven forbid our lord the King Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush"d upon! Thy thrice n.o.ble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; And by the honourable tomb he swears That stands upon your royal grandsire"s bones, And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head, And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, And by the worth and honour of himself, Comprising all that may be sworn or said, His coming hither hath no further scope Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg Enfranchis.e.m.e.nt immediate on his knees; Which on thy royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your Majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
KING RICHARD. Northumberland, say thus the King returns: His n.o.ble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish"d without contradiction.
With all the gracious utterance thou hast Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
[To AUMERLE] We do debase ourselves, 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?
AUMERLE. No, good my lord; let"s fight with gentle words Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
KING RICHARD. O G.o.d, O G.o.d! 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 As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been!
Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell"st thou, proud heart? I"ll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
AUMERLE. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
KING RICHARD. 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? A G.o.d"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 almsman"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 high way, 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 Two kinsmen digg"d their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bolingbroke? Will his Majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
NORTHUMBERLAND. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down?
KING RICHARD. Down, down I come, like glist"ring Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
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.
Exeunt from above BOLINGBROKE. What says his Majesty?
NORTHUMBERLAND. Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man; Yet he is come.
Enter the KING, and his attendants, below
BOLINGBROKE. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his Majesty. [He kneels down]
My gracious lord- KING RICHARD. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleas"d eye see your courtesy.
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, [Touching his own head] Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
BOLINGBROKE. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
KING RICHARD. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
BOLINGBROKE. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love.
KING RICHARD. Well you deserve. They well deserve to have That know the strong"st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hands; 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?
BOLINGBROKE. Yea, my good lord.
KING RICHARD. Then I must not say no. Flourish. Exeunt
SCENE 4.