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As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
have but mistook me all this while':
woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be slain ; no'worse can come, to fight: And fight and die, is death destroying death; Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him ; And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :- Proud Boling
broke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. This ague-fit of fear is overblown; An easy
task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky
The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small, To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.
K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. — Beshrew thee, cousin, which did lead me forth
Aum. My liege, one word.
He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers, let them hence; - Away, From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day.
Wales. Before Flint Castle.
Enter, with Druin and Colours, BOLINGBROKE
and Forces; YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and Others. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, With some few private friends upon this coast.
North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.
York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To say-king Richard :- Alack the heavy day,
When such a sacred king should hide his head !
North. Your grace mistakes me ; only to be brief, Left I his title out. York.
The time hath been, Would
have been so brief with him he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you
should. York. Take not, good cousin, further than you
should, Lest you
mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head. Boling. I know it, uncle ; and
oppose not Myself against their will. — But who comes here?
Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ?
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Yes, my good lord,
North. Belike it is the bishop of Carlisle.
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :
[NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the
Castle, with a Trumpet. Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, That from the castle's totter'd battlements Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water : The
rage be his, while on the earth I rain My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. A parle sounded, and answered by another Trumpet
within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King RICHARD, the Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURY.
York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east ; When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. Yet looks he like a king ; behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth, Controlling majesty ; Alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show!
K. Rich. We are amaz'd ; and thus long have we
stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
[To NORTHUMBERLAND. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay
their awful duty, to our presence ?
my master, God omnipotent,
stride he makes upon my land,