Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, [attendants, soldiers with drums and colors, and trumpeter.]
So that by this intelligence we learn
3.3.21585The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
3.3.31586Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
3.3.41587With some few private friends upon this coast.
The news is very fair and good, my lord:
3.3.61589Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
It would beseem the lord Northumberland
3.3.81591To say "King Richard." Alack the heavy day
3.3.91592When such a sacred king should hide his head!
Your grace mistakes. Only to be brief,
Left I his title out. The time hath been,
3.3.131596 Have been so brief with you to shorten you,
3.3.141598For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
3.3.171601Lest you mistake. The heavens are over our heads.
I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
1603Against their will. But who comes here?
Enter [Harry] Percy.
3.3.191605Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
The castle royally is manned, my lord,
Royally? Why, it contains no king.
Yes, my good lord,
3.3.241610It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
3.3.251611Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
3.3.261612And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury,
3.3.281614Of holy reverence -- who, I cannot learn.
Oh, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
[To Northumberland] Noble lord,
3.3.311617Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
3.3.321618Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
3.3.34.1On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand,
3.3.351621And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
3.3.371623Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
3.3.391625And lands restored again be freely granted.
3.3.401626If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
3.3.411627And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood
3.3.421628Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen;
3.3.431629The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
3.3.441630It is such crimson tempest should bedrench
3.3.451631The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,
[Northumberland and trumpeter approach the battlements.]
3.3.491635Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum,
3.3.501636That from this castle's tottered battlements
3.3.511637Our fair appointments may be well perused.
3.3.521638Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
3.3.541640Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock
3.3.551641At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
3.3.561642Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water;
3.3.571643The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
3.3.581644My waters: on the earth, and not on him.
3.3.591645March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
1646The trumpets sound [a parle without, followed by an answer from within; then a flourish. King] Richard appears on the walls, with] Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, [and] Salisbury. See, see, King Richard doth himself appear
3.3.631652When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
3.3.671656As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
3.3.681657Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe
3.3.691658That any harm should stain so fair a show!
[To Northumberland below] We are amazed, and thus long have we stood
3.3.711660To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
3.3.721661Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.
3.3.731662And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
3.3.741663To pay their awful duty to our presence?
3.3.761665That hath dismissed us from our stewardship;
3.3.771666For well we know no hand of blood and bone
3.3.781667Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
3.3.801669And though you think that all, as you have done,
3.3.811670Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
3.3.821671And we are barren and bereft of friends,
3.3.841673Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
3.3.851674Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
3.3.871676That lift your vassal hands against my head
3.3.881677And threat the glory of my precious crown.
3.3.891678Tell Bolingbroke, for yon methinks he stands,
3.3.911680Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
3.3.931682But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
3.3.941683Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
3.3.951684Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
3.3.961685Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
3.3.981687Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood.
The King of heaven forbid our lord the King
3.3.1021691Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand,
3.3.1041693That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,
3.3.1061695Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
3.3.1141703His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
3.3.1221711Shall be accomplished without contradiction.
[Northumberland and the trumpeter return to Bolingbroke.]
3.3.1251714[To Aumerle] We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
No, good my lord, let's fight with gentle words,
3.3.1301719Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
O God, O God, that e'er this tongue of mine
3.3.1381727Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
3.3.1391728Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
[Northumberland makes his way back to the walls.]
Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
What must the King do now? Must he submit?
3.3.1541744Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
3.3.1551745May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
3.3.1561746For on my heart they tread now whilst I live,
3.3.1581748Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin.
3.3.1591749We'll make foul weather with despisèd tears;
3.3.1601750Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn
3.3.1631753And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
3.3.1661756Within the earth; and therein laid -- there lies
3.3.1671757Two kinsmen digged their graves with weeping eyes.
3.3.1681758Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
[Northumberland draws near.]
3.3.1711761What says King Bolingbroke? Will his majesty
3.3.1721762Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
My lord, in the base court he doth attend
3.3.1751765To speak with you, may it please you to come down.
Down, down I come, like glist'ring Phaëton,
3.3.1781768In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
3.3.1791769To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.
3.3.1801770In the base court come down? Down court! Down King!
3.3.1811771For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
[Exeunt King Richard and party from above.]
[Northumberland reports back to Bolingbroke.]
What says his majesty?
Sorrow and grief of heart
[Enter King Richard and his party below.]
Stand all apart,
1777And show fair duty to his majesty.
He kneels down. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
3.3.1891781To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
3.3.1901782Me rather had my heart might feel your love,
3.3.1931785Thus high at least
[He points to his crown.] although your knee be low.
[standing] My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
Well you deserve. They well deserve to have
3.3.1991794That know the strong'st and surest way to get. --
3.3.2001795[To York] Uncle, give me your hands. Nay, dry your eyes.
3.3.2011796Tears show their love, but want their remedies. --
3.3.2021797[To Bolingbroke] Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
3.3.2041799What you will have, I'll give, and willing, too;
Yea, my good lord.
Yea, my good lord. Then I must not say no.
[Flourish.]
[Exeunt.]