That power I have, discharge; and let them go Wales. Before Flint castle. [Exeunt. 160 Enter, with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces, meeting PERCY. Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance. Royally! Yes, my good lord, Why, it contains no king? Boling. Percy. It doth contain a king; King Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone. Boling. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Henry Bolingbroke On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand; 170 Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish. Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD, 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, 180 When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. K. Rich. 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 God That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship. Tell Bolingbroke-for yond methinks he stands--- [To North. 190 North. K. Rich. Northumberland, say thus the king returns : O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, 200 210 [To Aumerle. Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. The king shall do it: must he be depos'd? 220 Must he submit? Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. Boling. What says his majesty ? 230 [Exeunt from above. Sorrow and grief of heart 240 Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Enter KING RICHARD, and his attendants below. North. Yet he is come. K. Rich. "Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee." K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have, 250 That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Cousin, I am too young to be your father, K. Rich. Then I must not say no. [Flourish. Exeunt. Enter, as ACT IV. Westminster Hall. to the Parliament, BOLINGBROKE, AUMerle, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, SURREY, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER, and another Lord, Herald, Officers, and BAGOT. Boling. Call forth Bagot. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death, Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. In all this presence that hath mov'd me so. Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathy, Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. Enter YORK, attended. York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would And he himself not present ? O, forfend it, God! Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound. 40 North. Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains, 50 Of capital treason we arrest you here. Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion. York. I will be his conduct. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer. [Exit. Little are we beholding to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands. Re-enter YORK, with RICHARD, and Officers bearing the regalia. K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men were they not mine ? Did they not sometime cry, all hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Found truth in àll but òne; I, in twelve thòusand, nòne. To do what service am I sent for hither? York. To do that office of thine own good will, Which tired majesty did make thee offer,- 60 70 |