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[Richard.] Thou hast said enough : Beshrew
both for leading me away
A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. After a short interval we are to imagine ourselves at Flint Castle. Richard and his companions have scarcely entered it, when Bolingbroke and his party, increasing hourly in numbers, and accompanied among others by old York, who, while he compassionates Richard, always acts for Bolingbroke, appear before the walls of the Castle. A parley is sounded on both sides : York and Northumberland are deputed to speak for Bolingbroke ;-these two are awaiting the opposite party; York addresses his companion : [York.] See, see, king Richara doth himself appear,
As doth the blushing discontented sun,
Controlling majesty. King Richard, Aumerle, Scroop, Salisbury, and the Bishop of Carlisle, approach ; Richard fixes his eye on Northumberland, and a pause ensues before he addresses that nobleman. [Richard.] We are amaz’d; and thus long have we stood
To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
their awful duty to our presence ?
And we are barren and bereft of friends,
That lift your vassal hands against my head. [North.] The king of heave'n forbid ! But thus doth speak,
Through me, thy noble cousin Bolingbroke.
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. [Richard.] Northumberland say,—thus the king replies,
His noble cousin is right welcome hither ;
Defiance to the traitor, and so die? [Aumerle.] No, good my liege; let's fight with gentle words
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. [Richard.] O heave'n, O heave'n! that e'er this tongue of
Which laid the sentence of dread banishment (mine,
What must the king do now? Must he submit ?
Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die ?
Will you come down ? [Richard.] Ay, down-down king, down state!
I will come down ; say so, my lord Northumberland. Bolingbroke, having thus far stood aloof observing the proceedings, now approaches, and speaks to Northumberland. (Bolingbroke.] What does he say? [North.] Sorrow and grief of heart
Make him speak fondly, like a frantic man:
Yet he is come. [Bolingbroke.] Stand all apart,
And let me show fair duty to his majesty.
Richard, coming toward Bolingbroke, finds him kneeling; he stops at the sight, and speaks : [Richard.] Cousin, you do debase your princely knee,
And make the base earth proud with kissing it.
knee. [Bolingbroke.] My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. [Richard.] Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
] [Bolingbroke.] So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve
Who know the surest, strongest way to get :
you will have, I needs must give; and do What you command. To London ? is it so ? [Bolingbroke.] Yea, my good lord. [Richard.] Then must I not say, no.
We must imagine an interval of time before we can suppose the duke of York to have arrived either at his castle at King's Langley, in Hertfordshire, or at his palace in London. The following dialogue is between himself and his duchess : [Duchess.] My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you
break the story off, Of our two nephews coming into London. [York.] Where did I leave ? [Duchess.] At that sad stop, my lord,
Where rude, misgovern'd hands, from window tops
Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. [York.] Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course,
And thus still doing, thus he pass’d along. [Duchess.] Alas! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? [York.] As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents. In the parliament house, to which the poet afterwards conducts us, we find the lords who have espoused the fortunes of Bolingbroke all powerful against those who still hold to Richard. After much has been said on both sides in the way of accusation, defiance, and reply, York, who, with good intentions, weakly yields himself a passive instrument to the hands of others, enters and speaks : [York.] Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
From plume-pluck'd Richard, who, with willing soul,