I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. York. It may be, I will go with you :-but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are : Things past redress, are now with me past care. · [Exeunt. SCENE IV 25. A Cump in Wales. 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; 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 are all wither'd 26, The other, to enjoy by rage and war: [Exit. Sal. Ah, Richard! with the 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: [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross: Officers behind with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners. Boling. Bring forth these men. Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls wrongs. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, 28 Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods; This, and much more, much more than twice all this, over To execution and the hand of death. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd. [Exeunt Northumberland and Others, with prisoners. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. 29 Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. [Exeunt. SCENE II.30 The Coast of Wales. A Castle in view. Flourish: drums and trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace the air, After late tossing on the breaking seas? K. Rich, Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, |