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friends； fortune； and thy state； For all the Welshmen； hearing thou wert
dead； Are gone to Bolingbroke； dispers'd； and fled。 AUMERLE。 Comfort；
my liege； why looks your Grace so pale？ KING RICHARD。 But now the
blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face； and they are fled；
And； till so much blood thither come again； Have I not reason to look pale
and dead？ All souls that will be safe； fly from my side； For time hath set a
blot upon my pride。 AUMERLE。 Comfort； my liege； remember who you
are。 KING RICHARD。 I had forgot myself； am I not King？ Awake； thou
coward majesty！ thou sleepest。 Is not the King's name twenty thousand
names？ Arm； arm； my name！ a puny subject strikes At thy great glory。
Look not to the ground； Ye favourites of a king； are we not high？ High be
our thoughts。 I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn。
But who comes here？
Enter SCROOP SCROOP。 More health and happiness betide my liege
Than can my care…tun'd tongue deliver him。 KING RICHARD。 Mine ear is
open and my heart prepar'd。 The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold。
Say； is my kingdom lost？ Why； 'twas my care； And what loss is it to be rid
of care？ Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we？ Greater he shall not be；
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if he serve God； We'll serve him too； and be his fellow so。 Revolt our
subjects？ That we cannot mend； They break their faith to God as well as
us。 Cry woe； destruction； ruin； and decay… The worst is death； and death
will have his day。 SCROOP。 Glad am I that your Highness is so arm'd To
bear the tidings of calamity。 Like an unseasonable stormy day Which
makes the silver rivers drown their shores； As if the world were all
dissolv'd to tears； So high above his limits swells the rage Of Bolingbroke；
covering your fearful land With hard bright steel and hearts harder than
steel。 White…beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy
majesty； boys； with women's voices； Strive to speak big； and clap their
female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown； Thy very
beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double…fatal yew against thy state；
Yea； distaff…women manage rusty bills Against thy seat： both young and
old rebel； And all goes worse than I have power to tell。 KING RICHARD。
Too well； too well thou tell'st a tale so in。 Where is the Earl of Wiltshire？
Where is Bagot？ What is become of Bushy？ Where is Green？ That they
have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful
steps？ If we prevail； their heads shall pay for it。 I warrant they have made
peace with Bolingbroke。 SCROOP。 Peace have they made with him indeed；
my lord。 KING RICHARD。 O villains； vipers； damn'd without redemption！
Dogs； easily won to fawn on any man！ Snakes； in my heart…blood warm'd；
that sting my heart！ Three Judases； each one thrice worse than Judas！
Would they make peace？ Terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls
for this offence！ SCROOP。 Sweet love； I see； changing his property； Turns
to the sourest and most deadly hate。 Again uncurse their souls； their peace
is made With heads； and not with hands； those whom you curse Have felt
the worst of death's destroying wound And lie full low； grav'd in the
hollow ground。 AUMERLE。 Is Bushy； Green； and the Earl of Wiltshire
dead？ SCROOP。 Ay； all of them at Bristow lost their heads。 AUMERLE。
Where is the Duke my father with his power？ KING RICHARD。 No
matter where…of comfort no man speak。 Let's talk of graves； of worms； and
epitaphs； Make dust our paper； and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the
bosom of the earth。 Let's choose executors and talk of wills； And yet not
so…for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground？ Our
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lands； our lives； and an； are Bolingbroke's。 And nothing can we can our
own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as
paste and cover to our bones。 For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings： How some have been depos'd；
some slain in war； Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd； Some
poison'd by their wives； some sleeping kill'd； All murder'd…for within the
hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his
court； and there the antic sits； Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp；
Allowing him a breath； a little scene； To monarchize； be fear'd； and kill
with looks； Infusing him with self and vain conceit； As if this flesh which
walls about our life Were brass impregnable； and； humour'd thus； Comes
at the last； and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall； and farewell；
king！ Cover your heads； and mock not flesh and blood With solemn
reverence； throw away respect； Tradition； form； and ceremonious duty；
For you have but mistook me all this while。 I live with bread like you； feel
want； Taste grief； need friends： subjected thus； How can you say to me I
am a king？ CARLISLE。 My lord； wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes；
But presently prevent the ways to wail。 To fear the foe； since fear
oppresseth strength； Gives； in your weakness； strength unto your foe； And
so your follies fight against yourself。 Fear and be slain…no worse can come
to fight； And fight and die is death destroying death； Where fearing dying
pays death servile breath。 AUMERLE。 My father hath a power； inquire of
him； And learn to make a body of a limb。 KING RICHARD。 Thou chid'st
me well。 Proud Bolingbroke； I come To change blows with thee for our
day of doom。 This ague fit of fear is over…blown； An easy task it is to win
our own。 Say； Scroop； where lies our uncle with his power？ Speak sweetly；
man； although thy looks be sour。 SCROOP。 Men judge by the complexion
of the sky The state in inclination of the day； So may you by my dull and
heavy eye； 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 is join'd with Bolingbroke； And all your northern castles yielded up；
And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party。 KING
RICHARD。 Thou hast said enough。 ＇To AUMERLE＇ Beshrew thee；
cousin； which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair！
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What say you now？ What comfort have we now？ By heaven； I'll hate him
everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more。 Go to Flint Castle；
there I'll pine away； A king； woe's slave； shall kingly woe obey。 That
power I have； discharge； and let them go To ear the land that hath some
hope to grow； For I have none。 Let no man speak again To alter this； for
counsel is but vain。 AUMERLE。 My liege； one word。 KING RICHARD。
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
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SCENE 3。 Wales。 Before Flint Castle
Enter； with drum and colours； BOLINGBROKE； YORK；
NORTHUMBERLAND； and forces
BOLINGBROKE。 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。
NORTHUMBERLAND。 The news is very fair and good； my lord。 Richard
not far from hence hath hid his head。 YORK。 It would beseem the Lord
Northumberland To say 'King Richard。' Alack the heavy day When such a
sacred king should hide his head！ NORTHUMBERLAND。 Your Grace
mistakes； 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。
BOLINGBROKE。 Mistake not； uncle； further than you should。 YORK。
Take not； good cousin； further t