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,

3.3.111594Left I his title out.

Left I his title out. The time hath been,

3.3.121595.1Would you have been so brief with him, he would

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?

3.3.191605Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?

The castle royally is manned, my lord,

3.3.211607Against thy entrance.

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,

3.3.271613Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman

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

3.3.331619Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver:

3.3.341620Henry Bolingbroke

3.3.34.1On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand,

3.3.351621And sends allegiance and true faith of heart

3.3.361622To his most royal person, hither come

3.3.371623Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,

3.3.381624Provided that my banishment repealed

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,

3.3.461632My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

3.3.471633Go signify as much while here we march

3.3.481634Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.

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

3.3.531639With no less terror than the elements

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.

See, see, King Richard doth himself appear

3.3.611650As doth the blushing discontented sun

3.3.621651From out the fiery portal of the east

3.3.631652When he perceives the envious clouds are bent

3.3.641653To dim his glory and to stain the track

3.3.651654Of his bright passage to the occident.

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?

3.3.751664If we be not, show us the hand of God

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,

3.3.791668Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

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,

3.3.831672Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,

3.3.841673Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf

3.3.851674Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike

3.3.861675Your children yet unborn and unbegot,

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,

3.3.901679That every stride he makes upon my land

3.3.911680Is dangerous treason. He is come to open

3.3.921681The purple testament of bleeding war;

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

3.3.971686To scarlet indignation, and bedew

3.3.981687Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood.

The King of heaven forbid our lord the King

3.3.1001689Should so with civil and uncivil arms

3.3.1011690Be rushed upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,

3.3.1021691Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand,

3.3.1031692And by the honorable tomb he swears

3.3.1041693That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,

3.3.1051694And by the royalties of both your bloods,

3.3.1061695Currents that spring from one most gracious head,

3.3.1071696And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

3.3.1081697And by the worth and honor of himself,

3.3.1091698Comprising all that may be sworn or said,

3.3.1101699His coming hither hath no further scope

3.3.1111700Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

3.3.1121701Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;

3.3.1131702Which on thy royal party granted once,

3.3.1141703His glittering arms he will commend to rust,

3.3.1151704His barbèd steeds to stables, and his heart

3.3.1161705To faithful service of your majesty.

3.3.1171706This swears he, as he is a prince and just,

3.3.1181707And as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

Northumberland, say thus the King returns:

3.3.1201709His noble cousin is right welcome hither,

3.3.1211710And all the number of his fair demands

3.3.1221711Shall be accomplished without contradiction.

3.3.1231712With all the gracious utterance thou hast,

3.3.1241713Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.

3.3.1251714[To Aumerle] We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,

3.3.1261715To look so poorly and to speak so fair?

3.3.1271716Shall we call back Northumberland and send

3.3.1281717Defiance to the traitor and so die?

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

3.3.1321721That laid the sentence of dread banishment

3.3.1331722On yon proud man should take it off again

3.3.1341723With words of sooth! O that I were as great

3.3.1351724As is my grief, or lesser than my name!

3.3.1361725Or that I could forget what I have been,

3.3.1371726Or not remember what I must be now!

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 comes back from Bolingbroke.

What must the King do now? Must he submit?

3.3.1421732The King shall do it. Must he be deposed?

3.3.1431733The King shall be contented. Must he lose

3.3.1441734The name of king? I' God's name, let it go.

3.3.1451735I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,

3.3.1461736My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,

3.3.1471737My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,

3.3.1481738My figured goblets for a dish of wood,

3.3.1491739My scepter for a palmer's walking-staff,

3.3.1501740My subjects for a pair of carvèd saints,

3.3.1511741And my large kingdom for a little grave,

3.3.1521742A little, little grave, an obscure grave;

3.3.1531743Or I'll be buried in the King's highway,

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,

3.3.1571747And, buried once, why not upon my head?

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

3.3.1611751And make a dearth in this revolting land.

3.3.1621752Or shall we play the wantons with our woes

3.3.1631753And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

3.3.1641754As thus, to drop them still upon one place

3.3.1651755Till they have fretted us a pair of graves

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

3.3.1691759I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.

3.3.1701760Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,

3.3.1711761What says King Bolingbroke? Will his majesty

3.3.1721762Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?

3.3.1731763You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says "ay."

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,

3.3.1771767Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

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.

What says his majesty?

Sorrow and grief of heart

3.3.1841774Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man,

3.3.1851775Yet he is come.

Stand all apart,

1777And show fair duty to his majesty.He kneels down.

3.3.1871778My gracious lord.

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,

3.3.1911783Then my unpleased eye see your courtesy.

3.3.1921784Up cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know,

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,

3.3.1971791As my true service shall deserve your love.

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,

3.3.2031798Though you are old enough to be my heir.

3.3.2041799What you will have, I'll give, and willing, too;

3.3.2051800For do we must what force will have us do.

3.3.2061801Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?

Yea, my good lord.

Yea, my good lord. Then I must not say no.