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I am deny'd to sue my livery here,
North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd.
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, -I have had feeling of my
North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arins ;
you Unless you please to enter in the castle, And there repose you for this night. by bis endowments]-through his possessions bestowed on them.
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
York. It may be, I will go with you :- but yet I'll pause;
AC T III.
Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.
Willoughby, with Bushy and Green, prisoners.
clean. ]— totally
firful bours,)-pernicious counsels, opportunities wickedly employed.
Broke the poffeffion of a royal bed,
have fed upon my "signories,
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Green. My comfort is that heaven will take our fouls,
York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle,–*Come, my lords, away; A while to work, and, after, holiday.
[Exeunt. n fignories, ]-lord ships.
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Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap. 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 disperfe ourselves : farewell.
Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; 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 all are 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 of kingsFarewell ; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit.
Sal. Ah, Richard ! with eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : Thy friends are fed, to wait upon thy foes ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exeunt.
pro enjoy by rage and war: 1-in hopes of enjoying by rapine and violence.
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The Coast of Wales.
A Castle in View.
Flourish : drums and trumpets,
Enter' King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Sol
diers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand?
Aum. Yea, "my lord : How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking feas?
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, To ftand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do falute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother 9 from her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in 'meeting i 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 feer, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my sense!efs conjuration, lords ; This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
werping. s Guard it,]--Place an adder there by way of guard,