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, ت: 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, whith didst lead me forth [To AUMERLE. Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? What comfort have we now That bids me be of comfort any more. Aum. My Liege, one word. K. Rich. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint castle. Enter with drum 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 Northumber To say-King Richard: land, - Alack the heavy day, When such a sacred King should hide his head! North. Your Grace mistakes me; only to be Left I his title out. brief, York. The time hath been, Would you 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? Enter PERCY. Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my Lord, Against thy entrance. Boling. Royally! Why, it contains no King? Percy. Yes, my good Lord, It doth contain a King; King Richard lies [To NORTH. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver. Harry Bolingbroke On both his knees, doth kiss King Richard's hand; And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, men: The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should be drench Upon Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.~ Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock 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 himselfappear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east; To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To NORTHUMBERLAND. Because we thought ourself thy lawful King : VOL. VIII. 11 And if we be, how dare thy joints forget And though you think, that all, as you have done, Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, |