Bearing their own misfortunes on the back 4 Then am I king'd again: and by-and-by, Ha, ha keep time :-How sour sweet music is, 5 [Music. For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock: Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. 30 35 40 45 50 55 7 Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, 60 8 For, though it have holpe madmen to their wits, Groom. Hail, royal prince! K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. 10 Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face. O, how it yearn'd11 my heart, when I beheld, In London streets that coronation day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary! That horse that thou so often hast bestrid; That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? friend, How went he under him? Tell me, gentle Groom. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, 65 70 75 80 85 90 Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jauncing 12 Bolingbroke. Enter Keeper, with a dish. 13 95 Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.' K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. shall say. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? 14 [Exit. K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Exton, who 100 Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. Keep. Help, help, help! [Beats the Keeper. Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument. [Snatching a weapon and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another, then EXTON strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, 105 That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. 110 Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies. 1 Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! 115 For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear. Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [Ex. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is, that the rebels have consum'd with fire 1 Our town of Cicester in Glostershire; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? 2 North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happi ness. 5 |