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And challenge law : Attornies are denied me;
North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd.
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, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak, and all ill left: But, if I could, by him that gave me life, I would attach you all, and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But, since I cannot, be it known to you, I do remain as neuter. So, fare you Unless you please to enter in the castle, And there repose you for this night.
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. But we must win your grace, to go with us
6 It is your interest.
To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held
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; Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell.
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, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war:
These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.-
Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind,
ACT III. .
SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.'
Enter BOLINGBROKE, York, NORTHUMBERLAND,
PERCY, WILLOUG II BY, Ross: Officers behind with Bushy and GREEN, prisoners.
Boling. Bring forth these men.
And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
wrongs. Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment: Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks, and felld my forest woods; From my own windows torn my household coat, Raz'd out my impress,' leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions, and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman. This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death.
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 de
8 Thrown down the hedges. 9 Of arms.
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. [Excunt.
The Coast of Wales. A castle in view.
Flourish : Drums and Trumpets. Enter King Ri
CHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, and
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, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav’nous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies: