1608Bull. Royally? Why, it containes no King?

1609Per. Yes (my good Lord)

1610It doth containe a King: King Richard lyes

1611Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone,

1612And with him, the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,

1613Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a Clergie man

1614Of holy reuerence; who, I cannot learne.

1615North. Oh, belike it is the Bishop of Carlile.

1616Bull. Noble Lord,

1617Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Castle,

1618Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle

1619Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer:

1620Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse

1621King Richards hand, and sends allegeance

1622And true faith of heart to his Royall Person: hither come

1623Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,

1624Prouided, that my Banishment repeal'd,

1625And Lands restor'd againe, be freely graunted:

1626If not, Ile vse th' aduantage of my Power,

1627And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood,

1628Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen;

1629The which, how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke

1630It is, such Crimson Tempest should bedrench

1631The fresh grcene Lap of faire King Richards Land,

1632My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew.

1633Goe signifie as much, while here we march

1634Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine:

1635Let's march without the noyse of threatning Drum,

1636That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements

1637Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd.

1638Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet

1639With no lesse terror then the Elements

1640Of Fire and Water, when their thundring smoake

1641At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen:

1642Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding Water;

1643The Rage be his, while on the Earth I raine

1644My Waters on the Earth, and not on him.

1645March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.

1649See, see, King Richard doth himselfe appeare

1650As doth the blushing discontented Sunne,

1651From out the fierie Portall of the East,

1652When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent

1653To dimme his glory, and to staine the tract

1654Of his bright passage to the Occident.

1655York. Yet lookes he like a King: behold his Eye

1656(As bright as is the Eagles) lightens forth

1657Controlling Maiestie: alack, alack, for woe,

1658That any harme should staine so faire a shew.

1659Rich. Wee are amaz'd, and thus long haue we stood

1660To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,

1661Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King:

1662And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget

1663To pay their awfull dutie to our presence?

1664If we be not, shew vs the Hand of God,

1665That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship,

1666For well wee know, no Hand of Blood and Bone

1667Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter,

1668Vnlesse he doe prophane, steale, or vsurpe.

1669And though you thinke, that all, as you haue done,

1670Haue torne their Soules, by turning them from vs,

1671And we are barren, and bereft of Friends:

1672Yet know, my Master, God Omnipotent,

1673Is mustring in his Clouds, on our behalfe,

1674Armies of Pestilence, and they shall strike

1675Your Children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,

1676That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head,

1677And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne.

1678Tell Bullingbrooke, for yond me thinkes he is,

1679That euery stride he makes vpon my Land,

1680Is dangerous Treason: He is come to ope

1681The purple Testament of bleeding Warre;

1682But ere the Crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,

1683Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes

1684Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,

1685Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace

1686To Scarlet Indignation, and bedew

1687Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood.

1688North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King

1689Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes

1690Be rush'd vpon: Thy thrice-noble Cousin,

1691Harry Bullingbrooke, doth humbly kisse thy hand,

1692And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares,

1693That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones,

1694And by the Royalties of both your Bloods,

1695(Currents that spring from one most gracious Head)

1696And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt,

1697And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe,

1698Comprising all that may be sworne, or said,

1699His comming hither hath no further scope,

1700Then for his Lineall Royalties, and to begge

1701Infranchisement immediate on his knees:

1702Which on thy Royall partie graunted once,

1703His glittering Armes he will commend to'Rust,

1704His barbed Steedes to Stables, and his heart

1705To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie:

1706This sweares he, as he is a Prince, is iust,

1707And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.

1708Rich. Northumberland, say thus: The King returnes,

1709His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither,

1710And all the number of his faire demands

1711Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:

1712With all the gracious vtterance thou hast,

1713Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.

1714We doe debase our selfe (Cousin) doe we not,

1715To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire?

1716Shall we call back Northumberland, and send

1717Defiance to the Traytor, and so die?

1718Aum. No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words,

1719Till time lend friends, and friends their helpeful Swords.

1720Rich. Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine,

1721That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment

1722On yond prowd man, should take it off againe

1723With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great

1724As is my Griefe, or lesser then my Name,

1725Or that I could forget what I haue beene,

1726Or not remember what I must be now:

1727Swell'st thou prowd heart? Ile giue thee scope to beat,

1728Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me.

1729Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bulling-

1730brooke.

1731Rich. What must the King doe now? must he submit?

1732The King shall doe it: Must he be depos'd?

1733The King shall be contented: Must he loose

1734The Name of King? o' Gods Name let it goe.

1735Ile giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades,

1736My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage,

1737My gay Apparrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne,

1738My figur'd Goblets, for a Dish of Wood,

1739My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Staffe,