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North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief, Left I his title out.
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
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 2
Enter PE licy.
Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Percy. Yes, my good lord,
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.
Boling. Noble lord, - [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.
On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand;
And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart,
To his most royal person: hither come
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;
Provided that, my banishment repeal'd,
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted:
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood,
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:
The which, how far oft'from the mind of Bolingbroke
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land,
My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
Go, signify as much; while here we march
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.—
[Northumberland advances to the Castle with a
Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum,
A parle sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aum Erle, 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,
Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
Yet know,—my master, God omnipotent,
North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord the
Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
K. Rich. Northumberland, say,—thus the king returns;
His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
To look so poorly, and to speak so fair?
words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful
swords. K. Rich. O God! o God! that e'er this tongue of
That laid the sentence of dread banishment